My Way
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Category:
S through Z › Wicked
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,141
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Wicked, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
My Way
When I am queen, I'll have my way.
I'll make it drowning dollie day.
- Jack Off Jill
Weak. He was just weak like everyone else like the boys at school behind the gym. Fumbling against her shirt with stupid grins on their faces. Thinking how cool they were how easy she was but they didn't know.. didn't care that they were the weak ones.
She closed her eyes and thought his hands were on her again, pressing gently against the breasts he helped create and closing his eyes. He couldn't think it was her, she thought. He couldn't think he was doing this with his daughter, his oldest, his favorite.. but not his only.
Then, Inger. Inger wasn't so weak, wasn't so innocent. She never told anyone what would happen when Inger climbed into her bed seeking comfort those nights after their mother died. Wrong wrong like her dad and why didn't it bother her when she knew Inger thought she was weak. Weak like their dad.
But she wasn't.. no. She knew, that's what Inger didn't understand. Inger wasn't a seductive babywhore like Ellie saw in the mirror. Inger was tragic in bed, fragile and golden and everywhere, begging Ellie to love her like Mommy never did like Daddy had to. He had to.
She remembers the pain of waking up with Inger's hands around her throat not tight enough to kill but to hurt hurt hurt. Inger stared back at her blankly, lost in a trance of inflicted pain. Make her feel make her feel. Inger's lips moved slowly as she let go of Ellie's throat.
I will win, she said silently, and Ellie knew. Knew it had been her.
And she couldn't care.
I'll make it drowning dollie day.
- Jack Off Jill
Weak. He was just weak like everyone else like the boys at school behind the gym. Fumbling against her shirt with stupid grins on their faces. Thinking how cool they were how easy she was but they didn't know.. didn't care that they were the weak ones.
She closed her eyes and thought his hands were on her again, pressing gently against the breasts he helped create and closing his eyes. He couldn't think it was her, she thought. He couldn't think he was doing this with his daughter, his oldest, his favorite.. but not his only.
Then, Inger. Inger wasn't so weak, wasn't so innocent. She never told anyone what would happen when Inger climbed into her bed seeking comfort those nights after their mother died. Wrong wrong like her dad and why didn't it bother her when she knew Inger thought she was weak. Weak like their dad.
But she wasn't.. no. She knew, that's what Inger didn't understand. Inger wasn't a seductive babywhore like Ellie saw in the mirror. Inger was tragic in bed, fragile and golden and everywhere, begging Ellie to love her like Mommy never did like Daddy had to. He had to.
She remembers the pain of waking up with Inger's hands around her throat not tight enough to kill but to hurt hurt hurt. Inger stared back at her blankly, lost in a trance of inflicted pain. Make her feel make her feel. Inger's lips moved slowly as she let go of Ellie's throat.
I will win, she said silently, and Ellie knew. Knew it had been her.
And she couldn't care.