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I'm too stubborn for that, though.
I could barely move, but the sight of the ornament not too far away made me want to crawl over and take hold of it. Just to feel a piece of the guys. I began the very slow process of crawling along the floor. Each movement made me scream and sob. I had to pause several times when shocks of pain vibrated through me.
Erica had done something I never thought I would have to endure. I would have rather died on the mountain than have to deal with her sickening idea of pleasure.
This was the woman Storm loved? She chose that crazy bitch over my men...those lovely men who'd given her their hearts.
I didn't know how long it took me to finally reach the ornament. I smiled when I felt the cool metal in my hand, pulling it up to my chest right next to my pocket watch.
"Itsuki...Akihiro...Quillian...Haru...Yoshimitsu...Malachi..." I whispered, repeating their names over and over again. I didn't know why I did, but saying their names out loud was comforting in that moment. It reminded me I was alive and still knew who they were, but as time continued to pass, I struggled to stay conscious.
I continued speaking to myself, saying each name repeatedly, anything to avoid lingering on what I'd just endured.
Or envisioning what would come about when she returned.
At one point, I lifted the sharp end of the ornament, knowing if I did it right, I could easily end my own life.
I gulped, weighing my options.
If I remained here, I'd be Erica's prisoner.
If I let today pass, Erica would move us from our current location and it would be impossible for the guys to find me.
Either way, if the guys didn't find me within a few hours, I'd be a goner.
I was already physically, emotionally, and now mentally ruined as well.
I didn't even know if I could heal from this.
My physical wounds, yes, but from what my brain was doing to me...? I considered whether ending it all would be the best solution to this problem.
As Erica said, I was now damaged goods.
No one wanted something that was so broken.
The possibility of the guys discarding me hurt just as badly as my physical wounds, the thought making me begin to sob once more.
After five minutes, I finally just curled up in a ball, holding the pin to my chest.
Two hours...if they didn't come in two hours...I'd end it all.
* * *
"WOOF!" "CRIMSON!"
"Move, I can open it!"
"Hotaka!"
"Crimson, fuck. Haru!"
"Crim..."
"CRIMSON, Hang on!"
It felt like I was floating on a cloud.
It was so soft and soothing.
