A/N Chapter 3 is here! This chapter contains some references to 'The Vampire Diaries'. You don't have to have seen that series and there are no spoilers for that series. let me know what you all think about this chapter. suggestions for the plot and scene will be appreciated. Enjoy reading!
Emma's POV.
It has been about 3 months and some weeks since Robin's funeral. It has been a hard time. A time where I felt alone again, I had gotten used to having people around me, but when Hook died the loneliness felt even worse than before. I couldn't get hope, I rejected the people that were left in my life and I didn't want anything more than lying in bed and watching Netflix all day.
I didn't know what to do with my life anymore and sometimes I thought about ending it all. I never seriously considered it, I just thought about it since I felt like there was nothing left for me. Hook gave me hope that not everyone I loved was meant to die, but when he died my world just collapsed.
Netflix still gave me a little hope in the moment. When I was watching I could be sucked into the world of that certain series I was watching, like I was never living in my own body. Then I could focus on the problems of other people and forget the ones of my own.
Once I loved my food more than anything else, but that feeling totally vanished. I couldn't eat a single bite or I got sick. I liked to think of the taste of the grilled cheese on my tongue, but when I actually ate it I nearly threw up. All those nerves that ran through my body made me sick of food, so I barely ate a thing. I wasn't myself anymore.
I tried to close my eyes to get some rest in the evening, but I couldn't put my mind to rest. I felt how tired my body was, but my mind didn't stop overthinking. When I did fall asleep I could only see some dirty streets where I lived when I ran away again from a foster home. In my mind it was always rainy and cold in those streets. I could never really find somewhere to take shelter, so I slept regularly on the cold, hard and wet city streets. Those were the days when I felt most alone and miserable. I went back to it every night until I couldn't sleep at all because of the fear.
One day I felt so much pain and adrenaline from the pain, that I couldn't handle it properly anymore. I went to dig my fingernails in every part of my body. It did hurt, but it made my mental pain fade a bit. I felt relieved when I did it, just a moment when I felt less pain. That mental pain just overtook me.
My parents and Henry found out about my self-harm and decided to keep watch over me at all time. They alternated between the three of them. I didn't want it but they didn't give me a choice. They were very worried about me and that felt like the only thing they could do.
They couldn't get me out of bed with any force. I got thousands of hope speeches from them, but it couldn't make me feel any better. I felt too miserable and took them with me in the misery, but there was too much in my head to care about them. My emotions were blocked towards them. They were once my family I cared very much about, but I didn't have any place in my head to feel so. There just wasn't a room for them anymore.
I heard my mom cry over me sometimes, she begged me to come back to her and tried to give me hope, but I didn't care. I was like a breathing corpse.
Henry was a strong boy, he became more and more mature the more he looked after me. He was sad about me, but he held on to faith all the time and he believed that I could be happy again. He read to me from his favorite books. I could feel a bit of love for him, but it couldn't fight the battle inside me to make room for him.
But since a month I felt like myself again, the lonely feeling was nearly gone. I could eat again, I could sleep again, I could work again, I lived again. I still missed Hook, but I could easily shove my grief away and make place for better feelings.
It all started when Henry brought me to Regina. He just wanted an evening with his girlfriend without the need to take care of me. He said he loved me, but he needed some air. My mom and dad were busy at the sheriff station dealing with the rising crime rate in Storybrooke. So the only one Henry could think of who was able to handle me, was Regina. She always had her own ways of dealing with things and normally it turned out right. And this time it certainly did.
At first I didn't want to go to her. They didn't trust me to be alone for just an evening. Sure, I was miserable, but I didn't want to hurt myself anymore. I wasn't some child who didn't know how to care for myself. I had cared for myself my whole life. I just didn't have the energy to fight with Henry about it, so we went to Regina anyway.
I was also afraid to go to her because how we ended things at the funeral. I hadn't seen her since so I was a bit too nervous to confront her again. And I still felt guilty about what happened to Robin. She made it clear about how she felt about me being responsible for it. I didn't know if she could ever forgive me. Henry said that she was sorry about her actions at the funeral and that she had forgiven me. I only didn't fully believe it, the way she looked at me and acted was so intimidating that I could only feel guilty about it.
When we came to her office, she was very distant and ignored my presence. I just went to just watch some series on Netflix to pass the time.
For a while I looked around me in her office. I saw a beautiful memorial for Robin. There was a photo with flickering candles around it. She had really put effort into making it as beautiful as possible. And then I saw how good she managed. She tried to move on and that inspired me. We both had lost our loved ones, but she handled it much better than me. For a woman who had already been through so much, she did wonderfully. She let me see that even with pain you can live your life and move on. She gave me hope to do so myself. I could also move on and feel better again after that.
She started talking to me at one point. I didn't dare to do it because of my embarrassment towards her. But she did and it felt good. I didn't care about what she said, it just felt good and it made me feel like myself. I didn't feel alone with her. We apologized to each other about the funeral and that was the moment I believed she really had forgiven me.
After that evening I went to work again and picked myself up completely. I barely felt alone and I felt love for my family again. I apologized to them for being so hard on them. They were only happy and forgot the hard time completely.
I went to meet with Regina regularly after work. Every Wednesday and Friday I went to meet her in her office and we had lots of fun. On that first day she went out of control on me, but that didn't happen again. She made me laugh and I made her laugh. I even got her giggling about my silliness. I had never seen her giggling. It was like she was a completely different person.
Seeing her like that made me feel warm in my heart. She always called me a child or an idiot, but I knew she liked that about me. She was always so serious, I think with me she could let go of that for a moment. I always imitated her when she was grumpy or overly serious and she kind of needed to laugh about it. I made her realize she couldn't always be serious, and needed to laugh more. She even started imitating me, that gave me an indescribably good feeling. That feeling was so intense, it normally started in my stomach and then spread through my whole body, a bit like my muscles turned fluid.
It was a Friday and I was in my bug driving through the streets of Storybrooke to the place where I wanted to be more than anything. I tapped my fingers rapidly on the steering wheel out of excitement. I just couldn't wait to let her make me laugh again.
My day at work was boring, the town just behaved too good. Just some wrongly parked cars and a lost puppy that had trapped itself in the basement. No murders, no giants, no wild beasts from hell and no flying monkeys. What could a savior/sheriff do when there is no one to save? I guess eating donuts all day and watching Netflix again. It was quiet, maybe a bit too quiet.
Finally, it was time to have fun. I parked the bug in front of the town hall and walked to Regina's office.
"God damn it!" some swearing came from inside the office. Hearing her voice instantly put a wide smile on my face. I wondered why she was swearing and set foot in the office to find out.
"Miss Mills, swearing is not the way to express your feelings!" I introduced myself with a formal voice just like she would do.
"Emma!" she said with a high voice, her eyes soft and her bright white teeth showing from ear to ear. I wandered over to her desk and leaned forward with my hands on the top of it. A small red spot was seen on her paperwork. My eyes swifted to her hands and a drop of blood came out of her index finger. "Just a little papercut." She said. I frowned my eyebrows.
"I will get you a band aid. Where can I find them?" She smiled at me and pointed at a cabinet in the corner of the room.
I pulled out a drawer, got it, and walked back to her. I reached for her hand and she laid it carefully in mine. A shock went around inside of me, like some electrical energy. I felt it every time we touched, but as always I just ignored it. I rolled the plaster gently around her finger. My eyes flowed from her finger all the way to her eyes. My heartbeat was uncontrollable, and a heat was building up inside my stomach. Her chocolate eyes kept track of my green ones when my hand stroked over hers. It felt like magic was seen in her eyes.
"Better?" I asked her with a sultry voice.
"Uhuhmm" she confirmed, her voice low and she nodded. I let go of her hand and our eye contact broke right away.
I stood there processing what had just happened. That feeling was incredible.
Then I snapped back to the real world. I looked around and moved my body to the sofa. I jumped down on it and rested my head on one armrest and my legs on the other one.
"Careful! It isn't really like it was low-priced." I rolled my eyes and smiled at her.
"So... how was your day?" I asked letting out a weary sigh.
"Busy. I had a lot of meetings to go to and after that I was overflowing with the paperwork of it." I nodded.
"That's now the complete opposite of my day. I even started to miss fighting angry snow monsters, that's how bored I was." Her eyes went wide.
"Are you saying, you rather want to destroy some kind of beast with fangs, pointy horns and big claws with danger for your own life, then just be a little bored?" she said unbelievingly. I thought about it one more time, but everything could be better than doing nothing since I had done nothing for 2 months. I pressed my lips in a line and nodded.
"Yeah, pretty much." She looked at me with a bit of a gape. "Don't look at me like that! You would do the same, if you had done nothing for 2 months straight." She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Whatever" she said.
She went to stand up from her chair and came wandering towards me. My eyes scanned her from top to bottom. She wore casual make-up, just the black eyeliner she normally wore and a faded purple lipstick. Her hair was behind her ear on one side and the other side curled a bit. She had cut it just beneath her jawline. Her clothes were formal as always, but I didn't expect anything else. Her white long-sleeved blouse was covered with a black gilet that narrowed her waist a little bit, just like some kind of corset. The trousers were tight around her legs to compliment her hips. And underneath it all she wore a pair of high heels, because Regina without those things would be like hot chocolate without cinnamon.
She walked over to a liquor table that was next to the sofa and standing against the wall. She poured some liquid into a glass.
"I just need a drink. Want some too?" My eyes went wide and I nodded with pursed lips. I moved my body to sit upright with my legs a bit spread and my arms resting on them. She handed me a drink and I smiled at her.
She went to sit next to me on the other side of the sofa and crossed her legs. I watched how she placed her pouty round lips around the glass and lifted the glass so the liquid flowed into her mouth.
"Does it taste good?" I asked. She tilted her head a little sidewards and licked her upper lip.
"Yes, yes it does. And I'm glad that you're here, so I can finally relax a bit."
My smile went wide. "Who said you can relax? Maybe I wanted to go jogging with you and every 100 feet you need to do five sit-ups and five push-ups." The judging face was piercing through me and that made the smile on my face even wider. "Just kidding!" She smiled too and rolled her eyes.
"You don't think I'm going to work myself in so much sweat, do you?" I shook my head.
"Well my day was boring as fuck, so I wouldn't mind laughing at you when you're complaining about looking unpresentable in your sports outfit and the sweat on your forehead." I chuckled at that. And I could see she enjoyed it more than she pretended to do.
"Well, don't get too excited, because it isn't going to happen. And luckily for me, I don't even have a sports outfit." I looked at her with my sad face and I let my eyes sparkle.
"Ahw , that's a shame, 'cause I just wanted to see you in it." She rolled her eyes again.
My heartbeat raced with the picture of Regina in a sports outfit. I imagined her with some tight leggings and a no-sleeved tank top. As she walked in the wind her hair would flow in the air. Then she would make her ass bounce up and down with every step as she jogged down main street. An arousal pooled up in my pants when I thought about it and some tickles went through my whole body.
Oh my god, what was I thinking? What was I feeling? Had I not masturbated for too long? I couldn't think this about my friend, not again. It happened a couple of times before, but if I masturbated after it, it went away. It didn't feel right with her, she was my friend and I wasn't supposed to feel this way. But I did feel it...I felt like she was...hot. The picture of her ass...I thought it was hot. Stop thinking, Emma!
"So, what have you been doing all day since there was no work for you?" she asked. I snapped back to reality again, looking a bit confused. I hadn't exactly heard what she said, but I could make something out of it.
"Ohw...uhm...I got lots of donuts and snacks from Granny's and I ate them while I was watching Netflix again. The series is interesting, but when you watch it the whole day, it consumes you a bit. Just like I said I prefer to fight monsters." I answered flatly.
"Okay. What are you watching anyway? I always hear about you watching series, but now I get actually curious about it." she asked in a very curious way. I was a bit surprised that she actually sounded interested.
I chuckled. "It's The Vampire Diaries. There are eight seasons and it's pretty enslaving." I said while pouring some more wine in our glasses.
"Ohw, I know its enslaving!" she said with wide eyes.
"Wait what? How do you know that? Did you watch it too?!" I asked totally amazed and more confused.
"I sure did."
"Really? I always thought you were more of an 'endless romantic love story' kind of type."
"Ohw... yeah, what can I say?" she looked a bit puzzled and was searching for her words. "I sort of enjoy seeing people scream when they're covered in blood that drips from their body and that get licked up by some hot vampire. I like it when people suffer, that's kinda my thing." she said sarcastically with a evil smile.
I gaped at her. She couldn't be serious right now.
"I'm kidding, Emma... It's a joke. But you don't really believe I am that soft, do you? I was like those guys back in my evil queen days. And besides that, there is also a lot of romantic love in the series."
I had almost forgotten about her being the evil queen and all. She had changed so much. Nowadays she could only kill people with words and stares. "You really like when people get tortured?"
"Not for real anymore, but when I see a hot vampire do it, I don't mind it. It's all played anyway. Real torture goes a bit too far don't you think?" she chuckled.
"Yeah...definitely." I said, agreeing with her. "But if you will ever get married to someone, I promise you I will hire a hot vampire for your bachelor party to torture you." I said with a wide grin teasing her a bit.
She chuckled and looked away with a grin. "Uhh...yeah well...I doubt if I will ever get married again, but sure. Go ahead, it will never happen anyway."
My eyes went wide. "You agree?" I asked confused with a smile that couldn't get any wider. She nodded with a roll of her eyes. "Ohww...be careful with what you say, miss Mills..., because you are gonna get it!" I said teasing her.
"Whatever. We both know I will never be lucky enough to find a person that doesn't get killed before we even get the chance to start a real relationship." She said uninterested, but some hurt feelings came through the sound of her voice.
"Yeah...I know, but I'm trying to stay positive." I totally knew what she was feeling, because I thought so too about myself. "You'll never know. Maybe one day you are about to marry someone and by then I can keep me by my promise and you can have some fun." I said in a more excited way.
She chuckled again and waved with her hand. "Why do I even discuss this with you? You don't have to know anything about my sex life." She shook her head and let out a deep sigh.
"I didn't say anything about sex, did I?" I looked at her with a sly grin. She looked back at me and released the air in her lungs once again.
She placed her full lips on the wineglass when she tilted it into the air. The last bit of red liquid flowed into the opening of her mouth and her throat moved slowly up and down as she swallowed it. My mouth filled itself with wetness and I swallowed hard to get it out of there. Then I opened my lips slowly and bit on my bottom lip.
"Do you want more?" I asked, my voice was low.
"Yeah sure."
She gave the glass to me as I looked into her chocolate brown eyes. Those dark orbs always trailed me off a bit, but I knew how to keep going. I walked towards the liquor table and slowly poured in some more for her and me. I turned around and gave her glass back. Our fingertips brushed slightly against each other and I felt the sparks again. I went to sit on the sofa, this time somewhat closer to her.
"Miss Swan, don't drink too much; you still have to get home tonight." she said on a stern, but playful tone.
"Ohww, you are going to 'Miss Swan' me. Do I need to feel scared or something?" I said with a wide grin. I knew she meant it as a joke, but I just wanted to point it out.
We were at a stage in our friendship where we just could joke around and don't get mad at each other and I loved how we had developed such closeness after all we had been through. Both our boyfriend had passed away and that sucked, but it also gave us this incredible friendship in return. Even though we hadn't really talked to one and other about our loss and how we felt about it, we knew we could relate to each other. We understood each other and that was what made our friendship so unique and special.
"It is dangerous to drive under the influence." she said stubbornly.
"Do I need to remind you I'm not the only one who needs to get home tonight. And besides I'm the sheriff, so I don't really care."
She rolled her eyes like she always does. "Aahg, just drink your drink!" she said a bit frustrated by the fact that she hadn't a thing to say back to me.
"So you like The Vampire Diaries, huh?" I had a big smirk on my face daring her to dive a little deeper into the fluffy subject.
"Ohww, don't start about that again." She complained with a sigh and a shake of her head.
"I just want to get to know you better. As your best friend I deserve to know more about you and your interests." I said bluntly.
"Yes, my interests in men apparently"
"C'mon Gina, you're single, you're free, have a little fun!" I said very energized. The alcohol was clearly starting to work on my mind.
"You are very tiring, you know?"
I rigidly nodded my head and widened my eyes. "Okay, let's just play a little game!"
She exhaled again deeply. "Okay, just one game. You're just such a child."
I chuckled at her. "What about Fuck, marry, kill?"
"WHAT! I'm not going to fuck, marry or KILL anyone!" She nearly yelled at me clearly not understanding what the game was.
I began to laugh hard at her and she just got more confused and annoyed. "You say I am a child, well you are just a grumpy old lady even when you had some alcohol!" I knew I had now crossed a sensitive line, but I did because of it.
She narrowed her eyes trying to get her scary face, but there was something about her that was enjoying all of this. "I'm not an old lady!" she stated annoyed.
"Yes you are, you are like seventy or something. But... I need to say, you are a good-looking seventy-year-old woman." Not for one second did I think about what I was saying, I just said it without any regrets in the moment. She looked away and blushed a bit with a smile. "Okay, back to the game. We are not going to do all those things literally! I shall explain the rules to you since you clearly never played it. So, I am going to pick three characters from the show and you must choose what to do with them. Who are you going to fuck? Who are you going to marry? And who are you going to kill? It's all in a manner of speaking, so you don't have to really do anything."
She pouted her lips and nodded. She didn't act as grumpy anymore, the alcohol should have done some work in there. Still, her face looked a little scared about what was to come. "Okay, let's get this over with." She said bravely.
I had a bright smile on my face with excitement. "Hmm, let me choose the characters... What about Elijah...Matt... and...hmm" I grinned. "Kathrine"
She frowned her eyebrows extravagantly. "What?! Why those three? That's a horrible trio to choose from! Why not just Stefan, Damon and Klaus? Those are a lot easier to choose from." she complained.
I gave her a judgy look. "Come on Regina, it's just for fun."
"But...but Kathrine is a... woman."
"So... do you have anything against that?"
"No, but-"
I gave her the look again. "Now then, choose!" This time she wasn't the one who got to command me around, but the other way around.
"Okay, okay, I'll choose. I'm gonna marry...Elijah..." she went silent for a moment and looked troubled. "You know what. What would you choose?"
I wasn't going to hesitate about answering it. I had already thought about my answer of course. "I'm going to kill Matt, he is ugh, and because of that I'm going to fuck Elijah and marry Kathrine."
Her eyes went wide and I knew she didn't see that answer coming. "Marry Kathrine? Why do you want to marry Kathrine?"
Now I was the one who didn't see the question coming. I should have, but I didn't. "I...uh, I don't know..." my voice became higher at the end of the sentence. A hot feeling of shame came over me.
I was thinking about it, and I was sure that I liked Kathrine, but why? She was just a badass, owning the world with no mercy on any soul. She always had the best lies to humiliate people with her sass. And then her sexy figure in those high heels with her beautiful brown hair and brown eyes.
I looked up to Regina and went silent by my realization. My cheeks became as red as one of Regina's apples and I looked away.
"What is it?" she asked when she took my chin between her middle finger, index finger and her thumb, moving a little closer. With a little pull of her hand she moved my head back up to face her.
"I like her because..." I went silent again.
"Emma, don't be ashamed. You know you can tell me anything." Her voice was very soft and sweet, full of care. She let go of my chin and moved her hand to my shoulder and smiled softly.
"I think that I like her because..." I sighed letting a high thick wall down that always had been standing between Regina and me. "She is a bit like...like...you." I whispered. The silence filled the room for a little moment.
"Ohw..." she whispered eventually with a high squeak.
Our eyes connected immediately and I felt the ambience change with it. The warmth that I first felt out of shame changed into a thick loving warmth. I moved myself even a bit closer to her, so our faces were, like, ten inches apart. She looked serious, but with a little twinkle in her deep chocolate eyes. I felt her deep breath against my face and smelled a sweet scent of apples and alcohol penetrate my nostrils. My heart skipped some beats and I swear I would soon have reached the boiling point of my body. I collected sweat in places I didn't even know it could. My tongue made a wet stroke on my pink upper lip and I felt a firm ache beginning to build up between my legs.
She closed the distance between us even further till our noses almost touched. Her hand was still on my arm and firmed its grip. I could feel my rapid heartbeat on my inner thighs.
Right there I knew that I wanted her, I wanted to touch her everywhere I could. My whole body told me that I wanted to do more than just things that friends should do.
I looked her up and down, her legs were crossed tightly and when she breathed, I could see her shirt tighten as her breasts went up and down while they were constrained by the gilet. She bit a little on her bottom lip and her eyes were focused on every movement I made. Did she want me too?
I brought my hand up and cupped her cheek, it was soft and extremely warm. I closed my eyes slowly and I leaned forward until our lips pressed against each other. I felt fireworks everywhere, like I was about to explode. Her thick lips were soft like heaven, much more likable than any man's lips I ever touched. I moaned against her lips. This was what I wanted for six years all along. I replaced my hand into her hair and ran through those fluffy brown strands with desire. She squeezed my shoulder till I was sure she would leave a mark behind.
Her hands then moved to my front and rested on my chest. I gave her a bit of space to let her touch me on some needy swells near where she had placed her hands. Her lips twitched a bit against mine. Now a great force pushed against my chest ripping our sweet moment apart. Immediately a cold breeze reached my body and made me shiver. I looked her in the eyes and all I could see was disgust.
"What the fuck, Swan! What are you thinking!? You can't kiss me!" she yelled at me and stood up from the sofa out of shock. I had never heard her swear like this. The twinkles she had in her eyes just a moment ago were now replaced by fiery angry ones. Nothing about her was sweet anymore, just pure coldness.
I was totally thrown back at the sudden change of feeling. I widened my eyes. Intense guilt washed over me, letting me pull my walls back up and made them thicker.
"Regina, I-" I was totally astonished. I held my hands in front of me out of defense and stood up from the sofa too. I tried to explain myself, but she cut me off.
"No, nothing! Did you really think I wanted to kiss you?!" she screamed louder. I couldn't call this just angry; this was straight outrage.
"Yeah, well-" I started, now a bit shy. She made her eyes wide.
"Oh My God, Emma! Then you were very wrong, because I don't... I fucking don't!" The vein on her forehead showed of how mad she was.
I shouldn't have kissed her, it was a mistake, I got carried away. I wasn't gay, and neither was she. The alcohol got the best of me. You can't kiss a friend, that's not what friends do.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have- "
"No, you shouldn't have done it! You are being stupid again! You're not thinking about your actions! You are never thinking about your actions!" she pointed out full of anger. But I didn't let her make me feel like the only one who made a bad choice. I stood up to her a thousand times, so I could easily do it again.
"I'm being stupid? I'm not the one who moved her face this close to mine! If you didn't want something like this to happen then maybe you shouldn't have given me the wrong signs!" I yelled back while I pointed out a little distance between my index finger and thumb. Even if it shouldn't have happened, she had no right to blame only me.
She gritted her teeth. "Watch it, Swan! You don't want to make me angrier than I already am!" She balled her fists and looked at me with the evil in her eyes. Not just a little bit of evil, no, an amount of evil I had never faced before. But I didn't let that hold me back for any second.
"No I don't, but you don't get to scream at me as if I'm the only one who has been stupid! It's not all my fault!" I fired at her.
That fire wasn't one sided, because her eyes began to glow an orange-red color like they were literally on fire. My courage now abandoned me completely. This was too much. A spike of fear went through me when she started to run towards me, but on the outside I didn't show.
"I'm not STUPID!" she roared into my face. The whole ball of her eyes was now on fire.
"Gina...your eyes-" I said with a trembling voice.
"WHAT is it with my eyes?! Don't say that they are beautiful, Swan! I don't want your compliments, and I don't want YOU!" I tried hard to keep myself calm, but from inside I thought I could pee my pants.
"They are kind of on fire..." I said very carefully. My heart had never beaten this fast. Her face became even more outraged, and her teeth showed that. I felt a lot of dark magic swirling and filling the whole room. I was afraid about what was to come, because that was a very, very bad sign.
The next thing I knew, her hand was slapped so hard against my cheek that it became deep red right away and my lips began to bleed. I was terrified as fuck, but held myself tough. My cheek stung as a bitch and my eyes teared up. I was feeling as if I was about to crumble.
I was feeling so much through my whole body that I was even unaware about my dripping core that left my panties soaked. I felt fear but also the extreme heat between my legs that was only building up since the kiss. My head and my body didn't do a good job at co-operating.
"LEAVE RIGHT NOW!" she roared again.
"No! I'm not going to leave you like this!" I yelled back. Was that my body or my head speaking? Maybe I was stupid, incredibly stupid. I was getting myself badly hurt. Why couldn't I just go as she demanded?
She stretched her arm out with her hand held in a U-shape. Now I truly knew why she always called me an 'idiot'. I quickly flew up in the air with a great force squeezing my throat tight. My back crashed into the wall. I could die from the pain that came with it. I shrieked and grabbed my throat with both my hands while I hovered in the air.
I was totally terrified and couldn't do anything. I couldn't feel any magic inside of me that could help me get free from her grip. With only muscle force I couldn't get anywhere. All my muscles felt like spaghetti anyway.
Besides all the pain and fear, my core kept on pumping and releasing more and more wetness. It felt good, but the pain was too much.
"Gi-naa" I yelped while I chocked. "you're...hurting meee."
Her face softened a little and she rapidly looked around in a slight bit of shock, before turning angry again. She let go of her grip on me and I fell immediately on the cold hard ground. Even more pain went through me.
"Regina- "
"LEAVE ME! I don't want to see you ever again!" she yelled. I took a deep breath in deep disappointment. My already wettened eyes now overflowed. I didn't want to leave her forever. I crawled a little bit towards her. "GOOOO!" she yelled again.
I stood up from the ground and stumbled out of the office in complete defeat. I got in my car and then went home.