A.N: DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU KNOW SOME OF THEORIES SURROUNDING THIS CERTAIN WITCH. Also EP. 10 spoilers. I will not say where you can read these theories just in case you're a younger viewer.
P.S: For an explanation as to why these elements are in Patricia's story look to the Author Notes at the end.
Sewing was basic, it was the string that stitched cloth and yarn together to make something new, something familiar, something affectionate.
Affectionate.
That was lost on that day she heard the news.
Her heart was ripped apart and no needle could ever fix it.
The head was lost and they couldn't connect her together, she would be forever incomplete.
To describe that of her mother's sewing or her mother herself, she wasn't sure but one thing was for sure, she was a wreck and didn't care that the spider in her room stayed here eating a fly.
At school everyone had some impact of the news.
Her mother was a big part of their lives in that she made them something they all wore or loved when they younger from dolls to scarves that were free to a certain pieces of clothes.
They would stop reminiscing when Patricia would stare at them with lifeless eyes and silent tears traveling down her cheeks. Her expression was that of a bitter smile, that she forced herself to wear.
"I'm ready."
"Sorry but my powers don't work that way. Once someone's cells stop functioning, that is it."
What was composed hope became sobbing despair.
"It's...a coincidence but someone else in that crash made a wish."
"Do you know what they wished for?" She said her volume rising anger in her voice.
"No, unfortunately I wasn't there to witness it but someone from my race said that the wish involved for the individual to be saved from a lonely death, she lost her parents and seemed to have forgotten them during her wish..."
"That's her wish?" She said staring at it, voice breaking. It wasn't a question.
She looked at it thinking before saying automatically:
"Where was my to be step-dad?"
"He wasn't there at the scene. In her limo, the male driver and her passed quickly. Her limo was found on the side of the cliff. what I can tell you is that the other girl's family was moving to a new city and now she has to move to a new environment on her own. On the brightside she can fight witches to vent-"
"I'm not ready I need more time." She said quickly between sniffles.
He nodded and repeated what he said last time outside the store, once he walked far enough, he looked back.
"Dam." He thought. "She was in the right mood to make a wish too. Ah well back to orphanage."
Her would be step-dad stopped by and asked if she wanted to leave and live with him, she nodded no and wanted to stay and help her mother's shop strive.
He nodded and said that he needed to go away for a while and morn the loss in his own way.
He left some cash for her and she didn't know how to respond except with empty acceptance.
People stopped by but didn't buy anything, instead they left things for her to live like food and she didn't really care.
She wouldn't eat until her stomach's grumbling annoyed her.
A month passed and a limo came for her and she stood her ground but lost when the driver was able to physically over power her.
She was carried in by the female limo driver and thrown into the back.
She didn't get a chance to change out of her uniform. AGAIN.
She smoothed out her clothes and just drank juice on the way and knew her would be step-dad wanted to talk to her but about what?
The business?
She lacked the know how of how to run one and assumed her college major would be that of business with the money she received from earlier.
Maybe her future would be her mother's dream after all.
She sighed.
This bitter feeling would never leave her.
He still needed a heir.
She blinked and her mind was a complete blank. She felt uncomfortable and fiddled with the helm of her skirt and looked nervous from him to his furniture, then the walls.
"Uhm..." They were 2 hours away from home and she couldn't escape, maybe the driver could help her?
"If I don't have a child born under my blood I will lose my inheritance. The money I had from investing with your mother was lost in her death and given back to the bank. Unless you want to be my bride." He suggested, but it wasn't really a suggestion. The lust in his eyes scared her.
"I- Is that what my mom was to you?" She said voice rising with anger.
"You forget little girl she was also my business partner and money may have been the only thing on her mind for you or for herself!" He said smugly.
Patricia was wide eyed.
Without thinking in one swift fluid motion she slapped him.
It echoed in that tiny room of his villa and he wasn't even mad.
For a full minute that it took for her to intake the whole scene the man made a call and then dragged her by her hair to his limo.
She was forced into entering a building, it smelled like a warehouse but this feeling under her bare feet...A mat?
She was tied up by some cuffs, blindfolded and felt herself being used as a punching bag.
Crack.
She coughed.
"Apologize, little girl." He said calmly.
She spat and missed him but it seemed to have landed on his expensive shoes.
He kept his same bored expression and-
She winced as her face went red and rough.
This went on for another two minuets by then she was begging and sobbing.
"If you apologized earlier than maybe what will happen could have been avoided."
She knew that, that was a lie, if she became his bride this would have not happened but to be treated like this...Her mother deserved death over this excuse of a man.
If only she could persuade someone when she escaped but he had the money he could use for business...He could use that to bribe people to look the other way especially the cops.
As she was winded of air, her thoughts stopped like a train wreck as she heard other voices join them in that small ware house.
It sounded like the female driver and some other men.
"Or not." He grinned.
She recognized the feel of leather and felt a finger slowly brush against her exposed legs up her torso then to her head.
It tickled and she shuddered.
What happened next made her scream or would have had her, had face not been stuffed with..."a gag."
Someone was slowly undoing the school uniform she wore. It was a bad habit of hers, to not change once she got home.
As her whole body was exposed she felt something cold being poured on her body, odd how oil was being touched all over her instead of just letting it drip down to the floor to her feet.
They took off the blind-fold.
"The front is mine, you can take the mouth or the back." A voice from the darkness commanded.
Oh god, they're going to set me on fire but then why take off-"Omph." She moaned, mouth full as she felt something thrust into her from behind. Her face became red.
Soon hands began to grab for her and all she could do was plead them not to.
What followed was silence on her part as they closed her mouth with a "gag." All she could do was take the waves of pleasure she didn't want.
The time of day, the date, where she was and all the questions she had unknown answers.
She was glad there was no spiders in the warehouse but she felt sick and trapped.
The only thing she had known was that she was beyond tired.
Her whole body sent a wave of soreness and she moaned, she felt a bruise on her abdomen and her hair was a mess, her wrists and ankles were cuffed and swollen and there was a leash around her neck and her rear was red and it was painful to sit so she laid in a puddle of "oil."
Her throat was hoarse, from the screaming, the moaning, the begging and her eyes blood shot from the tears.
She wondered if anyone from home cared that she was missing, then again they never listened and only noticed AFTER her mother died.
She was battered, bruised, tired and with the single light shining on her, her body's skin was light like an angel but the thoughts were of that of a demon cursing the world.
She felt hands on her chin and flinched.
Gloves.
She couldn't see since her tired red eyes were heavy from a lack of sleep and assumed from the size, that it was a male.
"You were such a good girl. you handled those hands and other "things" very well and... Maturely." The voice said feeling her thighs, slowly and longingly.
She pleaded, but her voice was thin and almost inaudible, there was something blocking it from coming out and she spit it out on the floor into the pool. The voice laughed and then kissed her.
Her mouth gave way like a good girl but her mind said to resist.
Her soft tongue against his rough textured one and she felt complete with it. She wanted it because it assured her that someone was there for her but she knew that the intention of the other person was not genuine and it made her tears flow more than they could have.
The spit that was swapped, it was like poison.
She summoned the last of her will to bit his tongue and she received a hard slap to the cheek as a "reward" for her actions.
She couldn't put a hand to the now redder area and instead he un-cuffed her and he carried her, by grabbing under her legs and pulling her towards him. Soft met hard and she leaned against his body, she didn't want to, but gravity couldn't support her.
He resumed in the mouth again.
He forced his tongue on hers and all she could do was take it. He began to suck on hers and blood rose in her cheeks. She moaned and he kept putting his hands all over her, especially her neck. She slammed into a wall and was surprised that he had the strength to carry her like that. She felt drained and as drool escaped her mouth and they broke apart, her legs and arms on their own, straddled around his, heavy, tough frame. He positioned himself ready, so that they became one in unison.
She would have screamed, but her brain left her and she blacked out, the last thing on her mind was of that of escape. She got her escape, but even while sleeping, it continued...
Eventually he left her and the only thing she was left with other than a puddle of "oil" was her tears.
When she awoke, with her mind clear now she called out on Kyubee.
"I'm ready." She said mentally.
"Yeah, you were, I've never seen a species of this biology handle that many males at onc-"
Patricia was pissed, he watched and did nothing?
She made her wish, she wanted to rectify her life, to be young and to be perfect and live normally.
Her body was beyond it's limit of pain and when her soul gem emerged she cradled it like a baby, more tears, from nowhere but her soul could make them.
She emerged clothed in a magical outfit. She couldn't kill him.
She couldn't.
She wanted to.
For what he did to her.
If she did, who knows who would come after her. She couldn't stay at home and tried to stay at school for as long as possible. There was also another reason why she wanted to stay at home.
She slowly and wobbly made her escape. At times she fell but could only think of going somewhere to get away from that horrid closed unknown area.
She was the class president, she made orders and told others what to do and they finally relied on her.
She was young.
Optimistic.
She didn't think much.
She only tried to ingrain math, science, English and other subjects into her head.
There was no life waiting for her beyond the school.
Going back to the shop hurt but she buried those feelings.
If she did think back to that day of her wish and of her mother, she would breakdown.
She was class president, she had to be a role model to those around her.
Everything was perfect.
She flinched at the touch of a hand that wasn't hers, especially that of a older boy or a male teacher.
No one remembered. They never would.
She did though.
A spider passed.
She wasn't trapped in a web.
Not anymore.
She was free to do whatever she wanted with her life.
She fought witches on it's orders.
She helped others and others helped her now, not unlike when mom-
She puked into trash cans, she was normal.
Her grades were perfect.
She got everything she ever wanted.
The sight of cars suddenly braking, in front of her while she skated to school, made her breakdown.
She was just a school girl.
She had talent, she could communicate more effectively with others.
She was alone at home.
When surrounded by mostly males on the streets she would go into the nearest store and wait until the streets were empty.
People would give her odd looks as she stared at the windows in those stores, waiting.
She was a normal school girl, that's how her life had always been.
Perfect.
Her wish made her regret life, she knew that even without her wish she would have been...handled in that way by strangers and the rich man.
She wished to forget or make others forget, she wanted to be in control, she wanted others to have free will at her command. Not the other way around. Not like what those men did, she felt her neck, she imagined the collar to be there and the things they forced her to do otherwise, she felt her stomach, she felt something growing in there.
They all avoided her front, only that man, lifted her with his toned and muscular arms and positioned her and then they were in uni-
Her stomach flipped and she puked into a toilet.
She skated far from home, under a bridge.
She felt heavier, more than after what happened to her on that day...Not heavier because of the child she carried.
Breathing was more shallow, panting and lying down hurt her bones, she was sweating a lot, her entire body gave out on her.
She awoke and let the rain wash over her, under that bridge, where the two ways of going on it were separated and looked like a ===. The rain purified her body but not her mental state, when she wished-
She lay there and laughed.
She should have wished to forget.
She would never forget.
Her head was her one weakness.
The last thing she remembered was wishing that it wasn't raining.
It continued to rain, just to mock her.
It rained bright pink arrows.
The arrows stopped though.
After she felt time stand still.
She stopped moving.
There was no curse to set on the world in this frozen moment.
Even without a head, she would never forget.
A.N: So unless she was a model the whole clothes thing has to do with her mother's shop. Especially the whole clothesline line in part 1.
Spiders are under the skirt in the rebroadcast.
Her witch card states she vomits string. Spider and easy sickness...
Witch card also states her minions lack a mind of her own like the rich guy's "friends."
Hands as feet references the many hands of the men who...
School uniform is a gag because of what we see her wear and what's hanging in ep 10.
Skates should be obvious since you can't wear hockey skates on the streets.
This whole headless thing is because she wants to forget. Too bad she was tired and didn't wish to forget but maybe she would have forgotten her mother too. Plus even if she forgot, the man could have still gone after her unless she wished for HIM to forget.