Hello, lovelies! So, I'm writing an original piece of fiction, and it's very dark. Here's a spoiler: cuurently, everyone dies (my head hasn't found a way to let anyone live just yet). Feeling a little morbid right now, and this little nugget has popped into my head. I don't know how I could incorporate it into my ofic as of this moment, so I decided to put it here. It's drabble-ish, so the chapters will be very short, less than 1000 words each, I'm thinking. Okay, let me know what you think! Thanks : )

Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to . I'm just playing with the characters a little.
Warning: Sensitive subject matter, including sex without consent. Read with caution.

PROLOGUE

"After a traumatic experience, the human system of self-preservation seems to go onto permanent alert, as if the danger might return at any moment."
― Judith Lewis Herman, Trauma and Recovery

The dark is, as ever, pervasive. It encroaches on my mind as well as my sight.

My clothes, which she clings to with all that is left of her strength, are tattered, barely hanging together. And hers are worse.

They'd taken great pleasure in ripping at them while we stood, tied to the rafters, pleading for mercy.

But it didn't stop them. The more you cried out, the more joy they took from their actions. And with our shredded clothes went our dignity.

"We have to get out of here," she cries into my chest. "I can't take any more of this."

"I know, baby, I know," I whisper, my lips brushing over her hair. I try to comfort her, but it's useless at this point. I can't even reassure myself anymore.

"I wanna go home. I just want my mom," she cries. Her sobs, although as quiet as imaginable, are growing stronger, her nails digging into my chest.

She's so close to breaking. They've gotten so very close to destroying her. And watching her fall apart is what they're using to break me. They know it too. They know that the things they do to her, these things will kill her. But they also know, making me watch, on top of what they've made me do, that's what will kill me.

The door opens, light as bright as the sun, pouring into the room. It blinds us, all part of their tricks. We're never able to get a good read on where we are, or who it is that's arrived. Plays with our heads so we can't think straight.

I can barely make out the silhouettes in the doorway. My eyes hurt so much trying to focus, that I can't really see anything. She stiffens in my arms, her whole body going completely rigid as their presence looms.

We wait, on the breath of bullet, to see what they want now.

"You. Your turn." I see shadows grab for the body near me.

"Fuck off," he tells them, the hint of southern in his accent nearly lost in his fear. Still, he tries to struggle free.

"Little Missy sure gonna like his mouth today," one of them laughs.

I hear him grunt against their hands, as they've no doubt punched him, before forcing his body up and then dragging him out of the room.

The door slams shut with a sense of finality. I don't think we'll "see" him ever again.

Every time they've come, it's gotten worse. I don't know how much longer either of us can survive this.

Once it's all over, I don't know if either of us will want to.

Well? Interested in having me continue? Let me know what you're thinking. Thanks : )