Pretty Hate Machine
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,308
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Breaking Out
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, this is all based on J.R.R. Tolkien's The 'Lord of the Rings'.
Warning: Incest.
Pretty Hate Machine:
BREAKING OUT
What do you say after that?
That.
"We were just playing, we didn't mean to--" And you won't be able to finish that sentence, either, because when you do that, and are caught that is the end of the world, and the wind rattling the windowpanes is nothing but a persistent illusion, because there is no real outside world, and the fact that your nursemaid is looking at you still with that horror and disgust just means that this is hell, and she'll stare at you forever, and you know your life is over.
"You two are the most disgusting--!" Even she can't say it. "Just wait till I tell your uncle!"
And you start crying because you know it won't help to beg and you know that hell hasn't even begun yet. You're left alone in the room with your brother as the door slams closed and you hear the click of the lock. Your hand searches out his, and he twitches as if it hurt, but slowly he closes his hand around yours.
"Let's run away," you say, air barely passing through your constricted throat. "Let's go right now and never ever come back."
"It's a high window," he says. You find you can barely move your legs, and you know it's because you've already given up. You cry against his shoulder until you hear footsteps in the hall outside. You let go of his hand and sit straight-backed like an arrow. Step, step, step. Keys in a lock.
Your nursemaid doesn't look at you as she rushes in, she just sits on the floor and hugs each of you, tight. She's crying too. And then she whacks the both of you in the face, hard.
"Never do that again! Ever! That was BAD, do you understand? You've both been very bad!"
And then you never, ever do it again.
Until your uncle is blind and dying, and your nursemaid is long gone, and there is a voice in your ear that speaks the language of serpents; when you know that hell is in the hallway and this time, when the door opens, you'll see its face.
Then you do it again.
And you pick up a sword.
And you meet hell head on.
Warning: Incest.
Pretty Hate Machine:
BREAKING OUT
What do you say after that?
That.
"We were just playing, we didn't mean to--" And you won't be able to finish that sentence, either, because when you do that, and are caught that is the end of the world, and the wind rattling the windowpanes is nothing but a persistent illusion, because there is no real outside world, and the fact that your nursemaid is looking at you still with that horror and disgust just means that this is hell, and she'll stare at you forever, and you know your life is over.
"You two are the most disgusting--!" Even she can't say it. "Just wait till I tell your uncle!"
And you start crying because you know it won't help to beg and you know that hell hasn't even begun yet. You're left alone in the room with your brother as the door slams closed and you hear the click of the lock. Your hand searches out his, and he twitches as if it hurt, but slowly he closes his hand around yours.
"Let's run away," you say, air barely passing through your constricted throat. "Let's go right now and never ever come back."
"It's a high window," he says. You find you can barely move your legs, and you know it's because you've already given up. You cry against his shoulder until you hear footsteps in the hall outside. You let go of his hand and sit straight-backed like an arrow. Step, step, step. Keys in a lock.
Your nursemaid doesn't look at you as she rushes in, she just sits on the floor and hugs each of you, tight. She's crying too. And then she whacks the both of you in the face, hard.
"Never do that again! Ever! That was BAD, do you understand? You've both been very bad!"
And then you never, ever do it again.
Until your uncle is blind and dying, and your nursemaid is long gone, and there is a voice in your ear that speaks the language of serpents; when you know that hell is in the hallway and this time, when the door opens, you'll see its face.
Then you do it again.
And you pick up a sword.
And you meet hell head on.