no regrets. vol 2.“…don’t delude yourself this was rape, that would flatter us both…”
FEMME TWO – DEATH EATER, DEATH EATER SUPPORTER OR NEUTRAL; MARRIED TO HOMME TWO
HOMME ONE – DEATH EATER, DEATH EATER SUPPORTER OR NEUTRAL
HOMME TWO – DEATH EATER, DEATH EATER SUPPORTER OR NEUTRAL; MARRIED TO FEMME TWO
CALLUM CHRISTOPH BELBY
all the pain that haunts me still and all the shame surrounding you, is now the past that I can’t kill.
there’s a ghost that’s inside of my mind and a pain is still haunting me, I can never have peace or be still.
“You love me don’t you?”
“Of course,”
“Then why won’t you do me this one little favor?”
“…FEMME TWO…you’re asking for more than a little favor…”
“Well I’ll just go ask HOMME ONE, I’m sure he can help me get this done.”
“No, no. I’ll do it…just don’t tell him, okay?”
“Of course, why on earth would I tell him?”
FEMME TWO spun a lock of her hair around a slender finger, looking up at HOMME TWO coyly. She had him wrapped around her finger tighter than the hair and she knew it. He was entirely hers, there was no doubt in her mind, but the poor sap had no idea she’d been playing him off of HOMME ONE for years. Sure he might have an inkling, but he had no idea how far back it went. Quidditch try-outs second year? She was the one who had convinced the two to compete for the same slot, knowing full well one wouldn’t make it and would come running back to her for another opportunity to prove himself. The Yule Ball had been a race between the two to win her hand and her favor. Naturally she had declined them both, and climbed further up the social ladder with a new date. HOMME TWO always came back to her, like an obedient puppy, even after she had been married off, and where ever HOMME TWO was, HOMME ONE was never far behind. Still competing. HOMME TWO was trying to win her back, HOMME ONE was fighting to keep her as only his. She didn’t want either of them though. Not enough to cater to either of them.
“Really, he said he’d do it darling,”
“But you know I could do it better FEMME TWO.”
“Well instead of telling me that, why don’t you show me?”
“Will that really make you happy?”
“Of course it will.”
“Callum, leave me alone already, I’ll be perfectly fine, it’s not even two blocks to my house,”
“Well it’s a lot later than normal. I still can’t believe he kept you that long.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean FEMME ONE, I didn’t think he could actually keep you that long after your shift was over.”
“He the boss. I kind of have to listen to him. Duh.”
“Ok, so just be careful on your way home. I don’t want you mugged or anything.”
“Yeah, I’ll be careful.”
Few people in life enjoy their jobs. Even fewer get to work near where their friends work. There was really nothing better than meeting for dinner after a long shift, and that was what FEMME ONE and Callum did on a regular basis. Dinner once a week, then they went back to their separate apartments. Every week Callum seemed to be under the paranoid impression that FEMME ONE was going to get mugged sometime during the two blocks that she walked by herself, but she knew better than that. London wasn’t dangerous. She’d been walking the streets at nights for years now and nothing had happened thus far. Why should anything be different this night?
This night was though. A hand much larger than her own covered her mouth before she even knew what was happening. The only thing she heard was a rough voice, grating on her ears.
“Don’t scream.”
“No wonder FEMME TWO hates her, she’s a rather pretty little chit.”
“She’s alright I guess…”
“…oh look, the chit is frightened like a little bird…we could probably keep this up. The pretty little chit won’t say anything, will she?”
FEMME ONE shook her head mutely, silent tears already tracing damp paths over her cheeks.
“See, the pretty little chit is gonna be nice and quiet about it.”
The morning after they let her go. Rather they unlocked the door and untied her before they left themselves. There had been a reminder; no telling about their little night of fun. Pretty little things didn’t tell about rape. They hadn’t even called it that. They had told her she couldn’t think of it as rape, she had been asking for it since school. Besides, it was only a matter of time before someone was going to come and take her by force if she wasn’t going to willingly submit to anyone. They had told her and she had listened mutely before returning to her own flat, crying the day away. Calling in sick to work had been easy enough, her voice had cracked on the phone, she was shocked she still had her voice.
The realization that they now had declared that they owned her had sunk in shortly after the third time one of them had come to her apartment. But still she kept silent. Why protest when she could just accept it. A bad thing was happening, it was happening to her, but she was going to be okay in the end. Something equally bad would happen to both of them in a fair universe, and all she could do was pray that the universe was fair.
Callum had noticed the subtle change in his friend, she had been quiet before, but now she was even more so. Following her home from a distance he saw HOMME TWO take her away and it didn’t take long for him to figure it all out. Confronting her, he just couldn’t make her see that she could effectively stop all of this if she’d just stand up for herself. But pretty little chits don’t stand up for themselves. They’re submissive, just like her ‘owners’ told her.
somebody take this away, I can’t rise above your lies that you have gladly made your life.
and I won’t kill myself for loving you.
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