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"Shhhh, it's fine," He rubbed a hand on her back.
"Shhhh, it's fine," He rubbed a hand on her back.
She whimpered again, tears starting to slip out. "No…Leave him alone…Take me instead."
"Hey, Belle, it's a dream," his hand rubbed her arm.
"No…no…no!" Her eye shot open. She took a few deep breaths, wiped the tears from her eye, and relaxed. "Oh god, I hate that dream. I hate it so much."
Ryan put a hand on her face gently, "You wanna talk about it?"
She looked terrified. "Yeah. Please. I just don't know what to do about it."
(I FOUND SOMEONE WITH THE SAME MIDDLE NAME AS ME!)
She looked terrified. "Yeah. Please. I just don't know what to do about it."
"Okay, so what happens in the dream?"
(Ooh cool!)
(It's a celebrity from a show I watch and oof)
She sighed. "It's quite simple but it's horrible. It's basically I'm strapped to a chair and I am forced to watch blank-faced people torture…you. They say that if I give up my own emotions, I'd never be able to feel again, they'd let you go. But I can never do it. Never. It used to be Jasmine but now it changed."
Ryan nodded knowingly, as if he knew exactly what it meant, "And everything around us, is it just black or are we somewhere?"
"It's just blackness and we're in the middle under some giant spotlight."
He nodded again, "Are they torturing me while I'm standing, like hanging from ropes by my hands or on a chair? Like a chair they have at a dentist."
"No. It's like at this pole. You're like tied to a pole. They call it the whipping pole. Like you're kneeling on the ground with your hands tied to this pole and I just have to sit there and watch them whip you. Every time I deny them, it's more lashes and each one harder than the last."
"But the ropes, they tie my hands right?" It felt familiar the more he thought about it.
She nodded and shivered. It was torture just to think about it. She could have saved him but chose not to. She didn't deserve him after what she'd done. Tears lined her eye, threatening to spill over. But she chose not to say anything.
"Okay," He smiled, putting his forehead against hers, "It's just a dream right, nothing to worry about,"
She worked up a watery smile. She felt powerless, useless, unworthy of what she'd been given. And now it was eating her alive. She chose to stay quiet though.
He placed a kiss on her forehead, "We'll be okay,"
She smiled and sighed lightly. She laced her fingers with his. "I know we will. But I can't help but be nervous."
"It's okay to be nervous," Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
(#Don'tLetBelleOpenTheDoor)
She jumped before relaxing. "Jesus now I'm really jumpy."
Ryan laughed a little, "I should go get that," He rolled off the couch, "Yeah, coming," Before he could get to the door he fell to the ground with hands over his ears, his face showed he was holding back a scream as he looked at Belle, "Hunters," He whispered.
"Shit." She ran to the door, pretending like she wasn't the most wanted supernatural being. "Oh! Goodness, who are you?" She motioned for him to run behind her back. Her stomach was in knots. If they figured her out then she'd be dead. So very dead.
(I'm here.)
(that is a very good thing)
Ryan escaped behind her before falling over again and refraining from the scream in his throat. They were using ear damaging devices that only those with enhanced hearing could pick up on… and it hurt like hell. If he didn't cover his ears he could go def but it was enough for the hunters to identify who was supernatural.
"Uhh, yeah, hey. I'm Jared Hayes," He flashed a badge, "Westbrooke Police Department, Mind if I come in and look around,"
(Yes.)
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