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Sneak Peek into the next Klaroline ‘The Governance of Time’ chapter
Cause you guys have put me in such a great mood, I thought I’d reward you all with a sneak peek to the next chapter of my Oneshot series :)
Okay, Klaroliners….prepare your fucking feels cause I was crying as I wrote this.
Vampires can’t drown.
The mantra ran in her head over and over.
Vampires can’t drown.
She didn’t know if she believed the words, but in some way knowing that she was still conscious enough to think them kept her sane.
Vampires can’t drown
Her arms had been yanked at an awkward angle behind her back, and her wrists were being gripped so tightly that the bones rolled around one another like marbles encased in skin – broken beyond repair if she were human.
Her head was submerged once more into the rusting metal tub. It was the only thing to be found in the dilapidated bathroom besides a tap which dripped constantly and a toilet she was pretty sure housed a family of rats under its lid. Not that they seemed to care. Nor did they care about slamming Caroline’s knees into the once-white tiles of the floor to kneel her beside the misty water.
That had been over an hour ago.
Where they were, Caroline didn’t know, but she had been a resident in the house for the last 7 hours and 43 minutes. She knew this because every time her head entered the water, she counted the seconds under, and every time it left, she counted the time until it was put back in.
Before the tub…she had other things to count for.
Her hair was yanked backwards, and her face left the water with a gasp that made her feel like she was breathing in razor blades.
“P-Please, no more. Please, stop.” She sobbed, her breath coming out in a hoarse cry from its overuse. She’d said similar things as time had gone by, but each time they ignored her, and instead chose to submerge her sooner just so that she would stop making a noise.
Her screams weren’t as loud under the water.
Vampire can’t drown
Her soaking mop of hair meant that the water was permanently against her skin, but compared to having her head underneath the surface of the murky pool in front of her this was heaven.
“Please, I-“ She was shoved forward once more, violently and without notice.
It was worse when she couldn’t prepare herself.
Her mouth had been open, as well as her eyes, and when she broke the shining layer to plunge into its depths, the water found its way into every crevice of her face it could find.
She hated when she felt them touch her skin, not that she took much notice around her screaming and thrashing. They floated on the surface of the pool as if, when each time she was removed and saw them, the lilac petals were reminding her of what she could never forget.
So much vervain.
She’s always thought that their beauty was such a contradiction to the pain they brought, and Caroline was sure that if she never laid eyes on the flower again in her lifetime it would be too soon.
Not that she had much of a lifetime left to live.
Vampires can’t drown
Her face was pulled out once more, and this time it took her at least half a minute before she could see properly again. Her eyes had burnt underneath the water when she had them open, and as easily as it burnt her skin, the laced water stripped her eyesight from her more painfully than anything she’d ever experience in her life.
He let go of her hair and she fell sideways, coughing and landing on the grimy floor. Glancing up, the first thing she saw were the big rubber gloves he used so that the vervain did not reach his own skin. He was grinning down at her in a most repulsive manner, and Caroline resisted the urge to look away. She would not back down from his gaze.
He laughed and crouched next to her.
“How are you holding up, sweetheart?”
She flinched at the nickname, thinking that it sounded wrong coming from this man’s lips. He had no right to call her that.
“I am not your sweetheart.” She growled, although it sounded meek even to her ears.
“Oh, trust me honey. After this, you’ll want to be anything I ask you to.” He grinned at her again, before looking at the clock. “Almost 8 hours…it’s a commendable effort on your part, but you won’t last much longer.”
“Try me.” She bit back, and he shrugged his shoulders before standing up against and adjusting the gloves.
Before she could blink, she was being yanked up by one of her arms and pushed over the rim of the bathtub face-first. The difference this time however, was that he didn’t stop applying pressure at the shoulders and instead swept her legs from under her and pushed her entire body under the surface.
As she felt an extra pair of hands hold her legs under the vervain-filled bath, Caroline wondered just how much pain a person could take before it became too much.
Why can’t vampires drown?