without your love, without your touch, this world for me is never gonna be enough
thinking about you as if i lost you

Embarrassment is a deadly affliction. It borrows into parts of her she didn’t know it could touch and forcefully drags it out further than it should've been. She’d been caught when she hadn’t been wanted to be caught, by her patrolling partner. Someone she thought temporary trust was to be installed into for the time of their patrol, but then again, she reminds herself with Hobgoblin’s aid, who whispers in her mind “You make yourself too easy to use.”, that she is a child with how she acts. That she is naive and not made for this world.
She thinks about the sea and all that it had given her, how many blind eyes it had turned to her and how many times it had simply left her to be. The thought of offering herself to the ocean crosses her mind, but when the water fills her lungs she cannot drown because the world would rather watch her suffer.
Laughter drowns itself out in her agony. Hobgoblin and the damned man who she was supposed to patrol with intwine to create a cacophony so severe it deafens the world and just about everything else.
But Hobgoblin’s pride and sense of ownership over his bonded enough to snap his mental jaws shut.
Sikeax is his and only his. He can dig his claws into her skin til she bleeds and destroy her mentally til she nears the edge of suicide simply because it is his right. It always has been, or as far as his understanding of the length of known life let’s it be.
He screams out of fury. How dare someone consider themselves to be above him when he is more than any God? He has only seen himself as the controller and that is how he intends for things to stay.
Or at least the controller of Sikeax.
Claws clutch her skin and dig deeper even when blood squeezes itself from torn skin and tumbles down behind a mass of dreadlocked hair. The mixture of physical and emotional pain is enough that it breaks her. Between Hobgoblin’s unbridled, uncontrolled, ignorant rage and the fact that Abraham and her herd mate are enjoying themselves over the fact that Abraham has just fucked her like she is meaningless.
But she really is.
“Shh-”
He always gets the better of her, always slams her feelings into the mud and muck until they wither and die, replacing them with his own in a battle of supremacy that he knows he’ll always win.
“S- Sh-” And where are her words, her tongue that she feels like has been ripped out of her very mouth to compensate for what sins she’s committed?
She finally gives up. There’s nothing to tell them, and if they laugh at her when she crumbles before her, then what good was it to try to speak to them, to beg for mercy?
They’re no good.
“As are you.”
In her suffering, she watches them with cold eyes, how they offer their terms of affection and pleasure to one another that could only be shared between whatever bond they’re built between one another.
They’re all the same. Even you. A long, agitated hiss flows through her mind to warn her. They’ve always been the same. She’s rarely ever trusted them, she’s watched Adrixaura thrive in their presence and manipulate them for fun, and now, she sees exactly how her mother was able to do such a thing.
Adrixaura had been just as wonderful as them.
“Let’s get the patrol over with.” Her voice slithers out of her mouth and laces itself in some cold, heartless feeling, a tone she doesn’t think she’s ever felt before but does it matter? No. She knows they don’t care. She figures that none of them actually care, maybe a few, maybe the ones that she’d grown to put something in that made them seem human and living, nothing like the devil that she can’t help but now see them all as.

OOC: Not really much action from Sia’s part in this post, expect a bit more in the next one.
@Abraham @Reginald

ALSO SINCE I DIDN'T MENTION IT EARLIER Hobgoblin's a Wyvern thro this entire post


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