This is a old-ish story from back before quarantine.

Tw: Torture, Blood, torture, Death, Murder.
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Lorli's POV:

"P-Please don't hurt m-me... Please l-let me g-go" I cried, shuddering from the fear and overwhelmingness of the situation.

My adoptive mom stood over me, blood dripping from a knife in her hands. A scar went down from my left shoulder to my right hip. Blood streamed down from it, staining my cut lavender sweater and making a small pool of blood around me.

"Oh my dear, you will never leave..." The older woman said in a sociopathic voice. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I hear her laugh dryly, I saw her form walk out of the room and heard the door shut behind her.

As soon as the door shut more tears popped up in my eyes, the cut stung, making me take in the situation and focus on finding a way out.

"Ok.... so my mom locked me in a room with no furniture, chained my hands to a wall... and somewhat torchered me.." Tears slid down my cheeks as I talked. Worry and anxiety weighing down on me, pushing me to the floor. I slid down till I was sitting, my hands as close to me as possible, wich wasn't that close at all, I was pulling at the cuffs as much as I could in an attempt to get freed. But all it did was cut my skin around it and make it raw.

How else could I get out... use my magic? No, it's too unstable when I'm overwhelmed, and I haven't learned how to teleport yet. My scale, flower crown like thing was hidden in my room, which I couldn't get to so I can't use that to control my magic... I'm stuck here. No chance of escape unless I'm uncuffed (which is unlikely) or if one of the others is able to figure out my situation.. but that's less likely then getting the cuffs off. The others are in separate universes, and we only meet up once a year or when one of us has to fill in for our boss/mentor people, but each of us only does it one a year (besides Biana because Kace is in no condition to work) and my day was a few weeks ago... there is no way out...

I sigh, lowering my head to look at my chest and the wound. I have nothing else to do. I close my eyes and let sleep take over me.

My adoptive mom came back a few hours later, I only know that because she yelled at me to wake up. She was wearing a white blouse and blue denim jeans. A knife was in her hand like last time, clean of blood.

"Hello darling." The woman said toxically, the venom in her voice when she said 'darling' self shivers down my spine. My eyes shifted away from her. I heard a growl from my mom.

I gasped, I felt the sharp metal of a knife press into my right shoulder, pressing down on it till it drew blood, them some more. I wailed out in pain, tears started streaming down my cheeks, soaking my sweater in tears along with the blood from the cuts.

I felt the knife twist, making the pain worse and the cut bleed out more. I was too focused on the cut in my shoulder that I didn't realize the knife stopped cutting there until I felt it press against my cheek, causing blood to stream from the cut, going down my neck and to my sweater from being in the path of my tears.

The knife was removed and I felt something cool press against it, causing it to sting more and more blood to leak from the cut. The stinging liquid went more into my cut. I looked through the corner of my eyes and saw a yellow blob. 'A lemon," I realized as black dots started forming in my vision. I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the pain. The lemon was soon removed from my cheek before I and I heard the faint sound of footsteps walking away. The pain slowly got worse as I slowly drifted into unconsciousness.

-one month later-

No POV

Tears were rolling down Lorli's face, her sweater was torn, blood soaked and dirty. Under it cuts and bruises littered the weak skin. The grey leggings weren't in a better condition, they clutched to her injured legs, her right foot was broken, along with her left wrist. Her arms where like the rest of her body, though her right shoulder was popped out of its socket.

To sum it up she looked like a mess. A broken, ruined, crying mess.

A knife pressed into her four arm, crossing paths with a cut to make it in a 'X' shape.

"P-please s-sto-op....." she stuttered.

"Oh, you want it to stop?" The evil voice of her adoptive mother said. "Good thing I was planning on it stopping..."

Lorli was about to ask what she meant my that then she felt the knife at her wrist. It cut from the stop closest to her hand causing her blood to leak out from it. The process repeated on her other rist before it appeared at her neck, cutting it causing to bleed out also. Dots danced in her vision, her emotions inside of her were all over the place- fear, sadness and betrayal where there... alone with anger.

Lorli's POV

It felt like the anger was teaming up with her magic and instincts to get freed.

I lost control...

Third person POV

Lorli felt her wrists pull hard at the chains, breaking them from the wall. The magic helped me float a few inches off the ground.

The sound of whimpering could be heard from across the room, near a door.

Magic came off the young girl in anger, her adopting mother tried to run, but fell due to an overwhelming power knocking her down.

Lorli floated bear her, the only emotion of her face was anger. She grabbed the older lady by the neck and floated a few inches higher in the air till the taller ones feet where off the ground. Her mouth was moving and she was struggling, but Lorli didn't noduce eather, tightening her grip on her adoptive mothers neck, cutting off her air supply. The lady was chocking and in only a minute she was dead.

Lorli dropped her to the ground in only a few seconds, collapsing herself. The magic let go of the control it had over Lorli, she sat up. Waterfalls of tears came from her eyes as she realized what she had done.

She killed her mother. Adoptive- yes, but still her mom. Even though she hurt her, and torchured her, locked her up and slit her wrists and left her for dead doesn't mean she deserved to die.

She quickly got up and made a portal, she had to get away from here and get help. She needed Sins comfort and help. Lorli looked at the portal, then at the dead body behind her, still warm. She shook her head before jumping in the portal and leaving the body, her family, friends and universe behind.
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1207 words.
Uh, I drew it a while back...