Safira Marx

Okay. I guess I need to delete everything I've posted beneath my pinned post and try again with my Solos since BlueSky isn't pleased with me posting what I've written.

To those wishing to read my story please be patient.

+ I was hearing -- thump, th.. thump, th..........thump -- until my world spun on its axis and I fell forward with my sister still held tightly in my arms into the darkness that was awaiting me]

𓂀 #𝕋𝔹ℂ 𓂀

+ the back door swung open and I saw my Gran with her hands to her mouth to stifle the scream and then there was our father looking from my blood-covered body to that of @2playfulvixen.bsky.social for what seemed like longer than a heartbeat or maybe that was the slowing of my own heart +

+ out of the pit of hell, we were in and out into the roar of cheers from the crowds several streets over celebrating the end of WWII. None of that mattered as we skulked from one back alley to the next until we reached our Gran's house outside of London. As we got to her door +

+ upon him. His gurgling cries finally dissipated into nothingness then with one final slash of my claws I severed his head from his corpse. When I was good and done I stepped back to survey the scene before freeing @2playfulvixen.bsky.social from her shackles and carried/half dragged her +

+ backward.
I slashed at his face and chest with my claws, sending blood flying before I snapped his cock off at the base with my razor-sharp fangs. I spit the foul thing off to the side then began clawing at his stomach, biting at his entrails as I unleashed my full fury +

+ where rage dwells erupted and as I half shifted the rage and strength of my fox helped me to break free of the shackles, ripping them out of the cinder block wall while I leaped across my sister's back and slammed into Brandon. My speed and force sent his drunk ass +

+ for my cock from now on slut." His words were followed by him jerking her head back with one hand while he freed his cock from his pants with the other. I knew what his plan was and when my sister hoarsely cried out for him to stop I saw fucking red. That place deep inside +

+ on her. He was talking about how many times he'd tried to have sex with her but she'd told him no she wanted it to be special and he wasn't taking no anymore. He ripped her skirt off, flinging it wildly before he did the same to her undergarments.

"You're going to be begging +

+ Vivi, just hold on. Just hold on. [I pleaded with my twin but as one day bled into the next even I was becoming disheartened but all that dissipated when Brandon walked in drunk. He'd spent most of his time yelling obscenities at my twin and me but this time his focus was +

+ ever bow down and submit beneath anyone's heel.

I cut my eyes towards the door and then over to @2playfulvixen.bsky.social who has her head bowed down with her once radiate red hair now matted and dirty hanging like a curtain over her face so that the ends drag across the dirty floor] +

+ someone on the other side of the door. They mentioned something about 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭] That'll never fucking happen. [I mumbled under my breath because there was no way in hell our father, the all-powerful Andrew Marx, would +

+ But I bet you'll tell me yes."

FUCK OFF! [I hissed at him while he stroked himself off cumming all over Vivi's hair]

"I'll be back and then I'll play with you both." [He tucked his flaccid dick back in his pants, zipped his fly, and walked off. I could hear him talking to +

+ couldn't see what he was doing to @2playfulvixen.bsky.social but I knew she was in tears because I could smell them on the air]

Leave her the fuck alone you bastard! [I yelled at his back garnering him to turn his attention to me with his dick in his left hand]

"She keeps saying no. +

a person 's hand is chained to a wall . ALT: a person 's hand is chained to a wall .

+ wrists]

Vivi? Vivi?! [turning my body the best I can towards the whimpering sound @2playfulvixen.bsky.social was making to find Brandon standing above her. I could tell his fly was open because his pants had drifted halfway down his ass and was only held in place by his stance. I +

+ I see @2playfulvixen.bsky.social doing the same into Brandon's arms. Her eyes are closed as if she's asleep then darkness settles in.

When I woke it was with a jerk and I found myself shackled to the wall. This wasn't silver but rather it was iron but it still bit into the flesh of my +

+ My feelings get tamped down and I focus on other's happiness instead of my own.

This day I was about to kiss my twin on her cheek and tell her to have fun when I got stabbed in the back of the neck with what felt like a needle and as I slumped into some man's arms +

+ about to ruin my sister's happiness based solely on my overthinking brain. I mean maybe I was worried Vivi would never want to spend time with me if things with Brandon went the way she was hoping but that was for me to deal with because that's just who I've always been. +

+ She was in love with the chap and I could give a right proper fuck about him. Something about him just had me wanting to snap his dick off and not because he was taking my sister away from me. No, this came from somewhere else. He just didn't smell right to me. But I wasn't +

+ We had just finished our extracurricular classes at Guildhall School of Music and Drama and were heading to our rooms to study, do homework, and grab a bite to eat but none of that happened. Instead, Brandon Taylor is on the sidewalk, and beside me @2playfulvixen.bsky.social is smiling. +

+ moving. We can't stop. No, we must escape.

Outside of the memory, my body is twitching like I'm running but getting nowhere fast then the mental reel rolls back to the night we were abducted. Vivi and I were walking back to our rooms at the City of London School for Girls. +

+ alleys and sidestreets escaping from the horror we'd been subjected to. The smell of gunsmoke, sex, and blood fills my nostrils while the sound of my twin's crying fills my ears. It all has me breathing hard as I try to keep Vivian up on her feet. We have to keep +

+ this morning the memory is stirring back up to laugh in my face as I finally drift into an uneasy sleep]

𓂀 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𓂀

[It's August of '45 - Londoners are celebrating the end of WWII but @2playfulvixen.bsky.social and I aren't joining in. We are instead running down back +

+ is my weight to bear and I will bear it alone. My twin already carries enough scars that are unseen by the naked eye and I will not add another.

So, I wear this one. The one called Brandon. The one I killed.

I mean life's a bitch and we all have crosses to bear. And +

[I have these moments where sleep either comes in short waves or is non-existent. I don't burden my twin with this news because I don't want her to carry the burden. So, I simply tuck it all away into a box inside my head. This is what I've done since that night in 1945. This +

a person 's hand is chained to a wall . ALT: a person 's hand is chained to a wall .

✵.｡.✰ #𝕊𝕆𝕃𝕆 ✵,¸.•✵

𓂀 𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𓂀 𝔻𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕔 ℕ𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖

𓂀 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕗 '𝟜𝟝 𓂀

(Mention: @2playfulvixen.bsky.social )

#PartOne

+ Gabby. I'll keep that in mind.

[Smiling as she walks off then I wink at the boys who'd been checking my ass out outside when they sat at the counter. Their faces flushed but I was focused on my food and waiting for the motorcycle shop to open because it would be my next stop]

+ you.. uh.. what's your name?"]

Safira or Saf.

[I smile between bites with Gabby smiling back. "It's nice to meet you, Saf. I'm Gabby but you know that already. If you need anything or these mooks mooning over you give you trouble all you need do is call."]

Thank you +

+ He'd be shown the door and told not to return. We don't play that game. We respect couples and mated pairs. They either come together or they don't enter at all.

[As I finished talking I sat back and started eating again while Gabby got out of her seat smiling.

"I like +

+ which makes me smile]

I do. Not all the time but special times. My sister and I both do.

[Gabby taps her chin then gives me a stern look. "What'd you do if a married man came in looking to score?"

This question had me putting my fork down and leaning in across the table] +