When Magnus woke, her face was pressed into a pillow that was most definitely not hers. She pressed her palm onto the mattress and lifted her head up so she could survey the area. She plopped her head back down on the pillow she had just vacated when she saw Will sitting at his desk, typing at his computer. His hair was wet and he was dressed in his regular jeans and shirt. His room, she was in his room.
It was another hour later when she rolled over and opened her eyes once again. This time, she was more inclined to keep them open. She was lying on her back when Will made his way over to her with a hot cup of tea. "I thought you might be waking up soon so I made some tea for you." He set it on the bedside table and stood over her. "You fell asleep and I didn't want to disturb you because you obviously haven't been sleeping well." Her only response was a nod. "I ran interference with the Big Guy, Henry and Kate. They're all out and about doing something or another. You shouldn't have any problems getting to your room. I told them you went out shopping." The twinkle in his eyes brought the first smile in a long time to her lips.
She rubbed down her eyes quickly before making to sit up, "What time is it?"
"Little after ten."
"After ten!" She looked at the clock next to the mug of tea to verify that he was correct.
He shrugged, "You needed the sleep." He watched her for a bit longer and when she reached over to grab the mug she broke his gaze. He waited until she had brought the soothing drink to her lips before he spoke again, "Want to tell me about the dream now?"
Carefully she took a sip, "John came here, everyone was gone except Henry and I. Or so I thought." She took another sip, deciding to retell the story as factually as possible, like she was giving a report. That way she could keep her raging emotions in check. "John found me first, tied me to a chair in my office and then left. He came back with you first and then Henry." She took another long sip and stopped in her story. That was all he needed to know, he was smart so he could fill in the blank spots she left out.
"And what happened when he brought each of us in the room?"
Apparently, he wasn't going to let it go. Damn him. "John made me watch while he…took your bodies apart piece by piece. He started with your stomach so you would live longer: suffer more. He knew that would be the worst thing for me. He killed you first, but Henry was in the room. He was so scared and there was nothing I could do. God, Will, it was horrible." She was clenching the tea mug tightly between her two hands, her fingers wrapped around each other and she stared into the gently moving water. "I watched as he cut out your organs and placed them at my feet. An offering, he had told me, to my beauty. He made you watch first, though." She stopped then, her eyes riveted to the cup before her.
"Made me watch what?"
"He made you watch, not Henry. He said Henry was too much like his son," she sobbed softly then feeling the bile rise in her throat. "Watch while he forced himself on me."
"Tell me what happened," he made sure to keep his voice calm and void of emotion other than quiet understanding.
She took a long breath before answering him, but she still refused to look at him. "He stood me up, my hands were still tied behind my back and he cut my clothes off with the knife he keeps on his wrist. He made you stand there while he told you exactly where and how I could be pleasured, so next time I decided to be unfaithful to him you would know the right things to do since it would be the last. He used his fingers first, and was behind me so you could see everything. He made…" she took a deep breath; this part was not going to be easy. Yet she had come to him. She looked at him then; she was only going to say this once. "He made you and I…so he could watch."
"Magnus."
His voice was so soft, so endearing. She couldn't handle it; her body began to shake, and the tears spilled forth, there was no stopping it. "Then…then he killed…Henry." Each word was spoken on a sob. "Said I didn't…deserve to be…a mother." He took the cup from her before she could spill the contents and set it aside. Wrapping his arms around her body she curled into him and didn't stop crying for over an hour.