Requested by: multi-fanDOOM
OC: Abigail Livingstone

The dead of night covered the rather peculiar little city. Not a voice was heard, not a single whisper to break the silence. Only one woman found herself wandering along the empty, abandoned streets. Her eyes stayed set on the horizon ahead as she walked. She wasn't sure if what she was doing was right, but that didn't stop her from walking closer to her destination.

A familiar house appeared ahead of her and she gulped down all her fears. If she took just a few more steps, she would be where she needed to be. Not exactly where she needed to be, but where someone else needed her to be.

Her pale hand raised up to knock on the door of the house, but before she could even ask to enter, the door opened with a snap. Startled, she peered around the frame. "Well, aren't you coming in?" The voice sent a shiver down her spine. But she nodded in return.

As she took two steps into the house, a hand gripped her waist, before swiftly shutting the door with the other. The door swung shut, but not before the woman caught a glimpse of the outside world. That was the last thing she recalled before being swept up into a man's embrace of passion.

Later that evening, bruised from kisses, she reached the door of the house again. There was only silence exchanged between the two of them. She finally gained the courage and whispered his name. "Alexander."

He glanced up at her. "Won't you stay with me longer?" There was a pathetic, sympathetic look in his eyes. She ignored it coldly, but let out a little sigh to show some passion.

"No, love. Best for me to leave. We'll see one another a-" Her words were cut off by his lips once again. Back pressed against the wall, she melted into the feeling of satisfaction. But it became apparent that she was determined to leave, so he detached his lips from hers.

"Abigail," he breathlessly murmured, watching as she stepped from his home. And just like that she was gone, with all her words, kisses, and promises.

Abigail didn't travel far. Even though she told him she would be heading home, her mind convinced her otherwise. She had promised someone else a few favors, just like Alexander.

Stepping up to another doorway, a little more hidden from the public than the one before, she knocked two times. Underneath her dress, her body felt heated to the core. The owner of the home answered as she expected and he greeted her with a smile. "Abigail, such a delight seeing you on my doorstep again. Come inside, dear."

She didn't have much of a choice. Swept into the arms of another familiar man, Abigail let herself fall under the spell of his affection. It lead them from there and until the early hours of the morning.

As she had done only a few hours prior, she gave him a promising farewell. "Thomas, you know this face will be back soon. You just better be ready." She chuckled, making a face in attempt to make him laugh. He half heartedly laughed at that.

"Won't you stay longer? I have quite the day ahead of me, battling against Alexander, so it would be a pleasure to see you before I face that man." Thomas ruffled his hair, letting out a soft yawn.

Oh, how she knew Alexander. He had only been doing the same pleasurable things to her an hour or so beforehand. Something in her stomach flipped at the way he mentioned his opponent. The fact that she was sleeping with both of them made it difficult to choose any sides. She was aware of the risks of them finding out, how they'd taunt her, but she still didn't ever stop coming back.

The start of the separate affairs was a blur to her. One had approached her in a bar, in which they ended the night with drunken kisses. The other had kindly welcomed her into his home shortly before they found an attraction to one another. Abigail couldn't believe how easily she had fallen for the two politicians.

She wasn't quite sure what life has been like before nights of sneaking around to married men's houses. Abigail thought of how their wives might react at the news of their affairs, if the secret was ever spilled. At first, they had bribed her with money, but she refused. It had become reality to her over the past months that the only reason she kept coming back to them was because she loved them.

But that didn't mean she despised every second of it. Sometimes she felt alive when she was with them, but other times she wanted to scream for mercy. Her twisted mind had been so caught up in the benefits that she hadn't thought of the consequences. As much as a part of her hated every bit of what she was doing, deep down she told herself to keep the affairs happening.

"A woman needs her rest. I'll be back before you know it." Abigail kissed his cheek and quickly dashed out the door before he could return the touch of affection. Her heart began thumping inside her chest as she walked away.

What are you doing? She straightened out her dress as she walked, hoping no one recognized her. There still wasn't a soul outside, but they were certainly awake now. Tripping over her feet, Abigail headed to the nearest bar.

"Something strong," she muttered to the bartender. The person pouring drinks chuckled in her direction, eyeing her figure.

"Rough night, miss?"

Yes. Abigail only smirked on the outside. In her body however, she was breaking. Her legs were shaking as she sat on a stool waiting for her order to arrive. Compared to everyone else in the place, she looked like she had walked out of some nightmare.

And indeed she had. That nightmare was solely her own. If she kept ruining her life and those politician's lives, there would be no chance at living for any of them. But her stomach groaned and her mouth moaned as she recalled all the moments they had together.

Swallowing the contents of her glass, Abigail tried to keep her emotions together. Who knew how long she'd continue to tell herself it was alright, when it wasn't. No one would know because she was that good at keeping a secret.

That secret was her affairs. Tied up with two separate men of honor, she held the events behind closed doors to herself. So she kept her mouth shut and let the world pass her by, as the marks on her body bit away at her conscience for the rest of time.

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A/N: Thank you multi-fanDOOM for the request! The idea had me hooked from the start, writing it was a delight, so I really hope you liked it!