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placeholder names:
- Jade
- Quinn
- Fish
"Come on, dirty girl." Quinn coos. After several seconds, she toes me in the ribs none too gently, and with a certain amount of disgust more often associated with to touching something rotten. "Come on." She prompts, steel in her voice. I look up at her, afraid and a little broken. She's almost glaring at me now. Trembling, I drag myself forwards and pathetically press my tongue to her boot. Under her fierce gaze, I slowly lick the top of it. It tastes like the mud covering the leather, sure, but blessedly, nothing worse than that.
"Alright. I'll get this to the right people, okay? You are wonderful, girl, you are so, so strong, thank you so fucking much for trusting me with this."
I curl into her shoulder like a newborn and try my best not to cover it in snot.
Sol comes in through the door.
"Sol! Help, please, thank god!" I sob. "Please, Quinn's being a creep."
Quinn chucks me to the ground and Sol laughs lightly. "Yeah, that sounds like her all right." I hear Quinn laugh in response. I'd say I cracked a rib, but I know I'd be lying. All the same, landing on three weeks' worth of old bruises, not to mention today's fresh ones, is agony, pure and simple.
"Sol-" Quinn puts her boot in the small of my back, slotting the back of it into the little divot, and I beg even more desperately- "SOL! Sol please, no, no, no, what did I do to you, Sol, what did I do wrong-" Quinn stomps down, hard, and I scream Sol's name at the top of my lungs in time with the lightning bolts turning my spine to powder.
When my vision stops spinning, Quinn's face is filling most of my vision, with spots slowly drifting to obscure her features here and there. Sol is in the background, still grinning. The rest of Team Unicorn is filing in right behind her. Sol scoots over a bit to the left to accommodate them, but otherwise hasn't moved from the door. There's a little bit of blood on the floor mixed in with the tears dripping off my face. Pretty sure it's mine, but I guess you can never be sure. I drag myself up off the floor and a piece of gravel falls from its place embedded in my cheek like a loose tooth. "Sol.... why.." I groan.
add in inhaling cigarette smoke (prob from coach, doesn't make a whole lot of sense otherwise, maybe a retired player though)
bla h blah girl gets fucked by her derby teammies