*The tub is filled and only the drip drip drip of the tap and high pitched sniffles are heard.
Charlotte is covered in her sister's blood: it's in her hair, splattered across her face, and smeared across her grey nightgown.*
Tsk, tsk. You're a mess Charlotte. *He nods at the tub.* Get in.
*Charlotte shakes her head and grips the edge of the tub. Quickly losing patience, Mulciber takes hold of a fist-full of her hair with a rough tug until she's standing. She screams and starts sobbing again. She's a sight, with bloodshot eyes and saliva dripping from her lower lip. Slowly, she begins to turn around and lifts her leg, about to enter the tub. With a scoff, Mulciber turns her around with a tug of her arm.*
You idiot. Do you bathe with your clothes on?
*Her eyes grow wide at his implication. "No," she says. "I won't."
"Just do what he says, Charlotte!" snaps the youngest sister.
"No, Maggie, I won't," Charlotte protests firmly.
"Just do it!"
"NO!"*
For fuck's sake.
*Mulciber pulls Charlotte towards him and snatches the thin straps from her shoulders and tugs the gown down her body. She struggles against him until she loses her balance and tumbles into the tub with a great splash. As Charlotte gasps for breath in the ice cold water, Mulciber addresses the other sisters; both are cowering in their respective corners of the bathroom.*
She killed your sister. I believe a punishment is in order, don't you?
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Date: 2010-08-13 06:29 am (UTC)Charlotte is covered in her sister's blood: it's in her hair, splattered across her face, and smeared across her grey nightgown.*
Tsk, tsk. You're a mess Charlotte. *He nods at the tub.* Get in.
*Charlotte shakes her head and grips the edge of the tub. Quickly losing patience, Mulciber takes hold of a fist-full of her hair with a rough tug until she's standing. She screams and starts sobbing again. She's a sight, with bloodshot eyes and saliva dripping from her lower lip. Slowly, she begins to turn around and lifts her leg, about to enter the tub. With a scoff, Mulciber turns her around with a tug of her arm.*
You idiot. Do you bathe with your clothes on?
*Her eyes grow wide at his implication. "No," she says. "I won't."
"Just do what he says, Charlotte!" snaps the youngest sister.
"No, Maggie, I won't," Charlotte protests firmly.
"Just do it!"
"NO!"*
For fuck's sake.
*Mulciber pulls Charlotte towards him and snatches the thin straps from her shoulders and tugs the gown down her body. She struggles against him until she loses her balance and tumbles into the tub with a great splash. As Charlotte gasps for breath in the ice cold water, Mulciber addresses the other sisters; both are cowering in their respective corners of the bathroom.*
She killed your sister. I believe a punishment is in order, don't you?