☆ 𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗦 : what if the child was a teenager/YA throughout the show duration and not at season 5?
After the death of her mother, 17 y/o Deena Salée rummage through her mother's things for answers. She dis...
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𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑. Moving in light years, so fast yet so slow, going in and out of consciousness to different voices heard and different faces seen. There's no telling how long it's been since graduation but the little light creeping through the bolted window darkened once before a blueish/yellow light beamed. Mr. Núñez's presence was consistent. He oversaw Deena's treatment and handled the many calls coming in every hour...or minutes, negotiating every bid until each number ranged within six figures and beyond.
The woman from that night entered the room and Deena — after pinching herself to remain awake — tried to peek around her tall figure to map out her surroundings, and caught sight of tin-roofing and stacks of crates. A warehouse perhaps?
The door closed before she could see anything more.
"Luis, there's another call for you. A potential buyer looking to buy three pints of blood." She handed him the phone that he took quickly after spending his time counting wads of cash to shove in a bag and hand off for another individual to send off elsewhere. It was always someone different transporting money especially when buyers physically traveled the world to be here. It's unclear if any where in the same room.
"I'll be outside. See to it our guest has something solid on her stomach and remains hydrated. She needs her energy for as long as she can give." Mr. Núñez left and his demeanor changed once unmuting the call.
The woman merely glanced in Deena's direction and huffed.
While she was distracted searching the contents of the mini-fridge that wasn't there before, Deena attempted her escape. The bondage tight around her wrists rubbed against her purple-turned skin, further irritating her bruises and carving out its build, but it didn't stop her from twisting and turning any available space to slip free. To no avail, it was hopeless. She was hopeless. She couldn't even reach for her necklace to access her magic.
