Slave
a Master fanfic continuation...
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At first there is just shock. Sensory overload.
One moment he had been there right in front of her and the next he was gone. The finality of it shook her to the core.
She vaguely feels Elvira prodding her along, tugging at her hand as they head for the coast. The sense of urgency hovers just beyond her stunned mind. The bag of Muggle-money weighs heavy in her cloak pocket, beating a rhythm against her leg with every step.
Dawn hits the path ahead them as they head through the streets toward the warf. They are only minutes in before she leans over the side of the barge and empties the contents of her stomach into the sea.
Elvira hovers concerned at her side rubbing soothing circles on her back. It is only morning sickness. It is nothing.
She turns away before Elvira can see the tears in her eyes.
They've all gone. Bates was last, his offer to procure another girl a hollow ringing in his ears.
Her blood is exploded in angry gashes across the wall, puddling underneath his boots. The sneering mask slides off his face and he finds himself too drained to Scourgify the room. His knees buckle and he crashes back into the wall and down onto the floor.
He thinks of the crazy tangle of her hair, the crease between her eyes, anything but...
The edge of his robes soak up the blood, its dark stain creeping towards his thighs. Time slips through his grasp.
He refuses to think of the child.