[Worm]

When Simon would finally make it to Ms. Ward's home, no one would be there to answer the door. Not Elizabeth. And certainly not William. He was in a prison of passion, tied up, used and abused. The three girls were more than grateful for the life that Elizabeth had given them, no matter how lowly their existence was. They had a man now, and they were more than willing to share. William was rail thin and pale, even after one night with the three savages.

"William." They purred above him, stroking him, coaxing him to feed them again. He shook his head, strands of hair falling loosely in his vision. "No, no more. I-I have -" He began breaking down and sobbing. Rose brushed the salty tear from his cheek and licked it from her finger. He couldn't even say it now. He'd broken the sanctity of marriage, and had no way to forgive himself. He had to submit.

"Your wife will love what we've taught you." Lillian commented, smiling with her beautiful, full lips.

"And she will hate you." Blanche added, laughing maniacally. She lurched over him and began kissing his collarbone. "Mmm, so you should just stay with us." They all purred against his still flowing veins. Blanche had to slap Rose away from an attempted bite. "We need to keep him alive." She glared at the redhead, watching her sink away from the all too tempting vein in William's neck. Her face was bright red where the hand had slapped her.

"Please, please kill me." William begged.

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Elizabeth was all dressed up. She'd managed to tighten her own corset after decades of training. She had a wide brimmed hat and a bustle under her lacy dress. She wore short heels and her face was made up to accentuate her predator eyes. Though she did have a swipe of red lipstick. This was her normal wear, though the red might be seen as a bit too seductive. She led the house at dawn and held a lacy umbrella over her as the sun came up. The weather was temperate and still.

She hadn't been in town in ages. She made sure to walk around before anything was open so she might know the right areas to prowl. The cobblestone under her shoes felt strange. She was used to the air of flight and the cold marbled floors of her home. She adjusted with ease, and walked to the first stand which opened. It was a fruit stand of course. She purchased an apple from the bubbly foreign man. She took one bite and threw it on the ground. It was so sweet. She needed something more - savory.

Throughout the day, she couldn't manage to rid the apple from her tastebuds. She found a tailor to work on her tearing underskirt and a hatter to make her a new hat. Elizabeth found it necessary to make friendly while she was out and to spend money frivolously. It was a rare opportunity for her. But she had a major mission. And that was to satisfy something else within her. If she could catch the eyes of Emily just once, maybe she'd see Elizabeth and just know. It hurt her to know that her dearest Isabel was around here, alive and well, without her. She needed that girl more than she'd needed anything in her life.