New Year, New Start... Or Not? ((some NSFW content and possibly disturbing images behind the cut))

[simply_ellie]

Last night had been absolutely wonderful. Simon had escorted her to the Commons for an elegant black tie and corset New Year's Eve ball, and they'd met up with Ryan and Anne and some of their other friends there. And by most standards, their evening had been rather tame in comparison to others they'd spent here. Instead of scening, they'd talked

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[master_simon]

The moment the sobbing began, he was on his feet. He had no idea what was going on, but the important thing was that he had to get to her. Three kittens raced into the room with him, also having the same reaction.

The sight of what was on her computer screen almost unmanned him. He put his arms around her and pulled her into his embrace even as he stared at it and tried to comprehend what he was seeing.

"What...?"

Hot rage flooded through him. Matt Wilson was lucky that he hadn't seen these pictures before their last rendezvous, or he wouldn't have survived that encounter. And if the bastard had actually awakened to send this... he might not survive long now.

[simply_ellie]

She turned her face away from the screen, unable to bear to look at the pictures any longer. Had she really looked like that? Anne had come over right after Ellie had called her, sobbing and crying and hysterical. And now Simon was saddled with that burden, stuck with goods damaged far beyond repair.

Her body certainly hadn't forgotten that ordeal, and she slumped in her fiance's arms on the chance that not offering any resistance would let her live just a little while longer. Her mind, however, was in absolute disagreement, urging her to struggle and fight, and hopefully do something to make her death all that much faster.

[master_simon]

"Oh God, Kitten..." He felt nauseated. "I am so... so sorry..."

He awkwardly moved the laptop away and then pulled her onto his lap. He'd heard a recording of that horrible night, but the images... they were something out of a nightmare. That anyone could do such a thing enraged him. Just looking at the expression on her face in those pictures told him how unwilling and miserable she'd been.

I want to kill him. I want him dead. If he's actually out of the hospital, the next part of it he sees will be the morgue.

[simply_ellie]

Slumped into him and bawling, his words didn't register at all with her. For all she knew, it was March and she was back in her old apartment. Instead of Simon with her, it'd been Anne, and any time her friend had so much mentioned going to the hospital or to a doctor, she'd started sobbing even harder, or had mustered enough strength to lock herself in the bathroom for hours.

Now it happening all over again, the wound torn back open, and it was as though none of the therapy or progress over the last nine months had helped at all. It wouldn't be until late that night that she'd finally speak, and it'd be to ask him to let her die.