The car tumbled end over end, Jinx's body slamming against every surface inside. The world outside was a blur of white and black, the avalanche consuming everything in its path. The car's metal groaned and screeched as it was crushed and twisted by the sheer force of the snow and rock. Jinx's screams were swallowed by the chaos, her voice lost in the deafening roar of the mountain's wrath.
Inside the car, Jinx was tossed like a ragdoll, her body battered and bruised with each violent rotation. Her tailbone, already broken, sent sharp jolts of pain through her with every impact. The seatbelt cut into her chest, but it was the only thing keeping her from being thrown through the windshield. Her claws dug into the leather seats, desperate for something to hold onto, but there was nothing. Just the relentless spin, the crushing pressure, the darkness.
And then, for a moment, it stopped.
The car is suspended in the chaos of the avalanche's aftermath. Jinx's body was limp, her breathing shallow and ragged. The world outside was silent, the mountain's fury spent. The city lights were gone, buried under tons of snow and debris.
Jinx's ears rang, her vision blurred. She could barely move, every inch of her body screaming in pain. But she was alive. Bruised, broken, but alive.
The car creaked as it settled, the weight of the snow pressing down on it.
Her breath came out in shallow puffs, visible in the freezing air. Her mind raced, her thoughts a jumbled mess of fear and desperation. She needed to move, to get out, but her body wouldn't obey. Every nerve was on fire, every muscle screaming in protest.
Jinx's heart sank, her hope crumbling.
Her hand fell from the door handle, her strength fading. Her vision darkened, the cold creeping into her bones. Her breathing slowed, each breath a struggle.
Darkness swallowed everything except faint moonlight filtering weakly through layers upon layers of packed snow above them—trapping Jinx inside this twisted metal coffin...
And then, nothing.
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Fenris' mansion was a fortress of indulgence, the air thick with the scent of sex and power. In the master bedroom, Fenris was buried deep inside Silvia, their tails intertwined as their bodies moved together in a primal rhythm.
Silvia's moans echoed off silk-draped walls as Fenris drove himself deeper inside her—their tails tangled tightly together while sweat-slicked bodies moved in perfect sync atop satin sheets stained dark with passion...
"F-Fen—ah!—I'm close—!" Her claws dug crescent moons into his shoulders as hips stuttered erratically beneath him...
He smirked before slamming home harder until she screamed outright beneath him...
Heat flooded between them moments later. Silvia's back arching off bed while Fenris followed soon after with guttural groan muffled against throat marked purple from earlier bites...
Panting heavily afterward, he rolled onto side just enough to trail fingers possessively over swollen belly...
"Today went perfectly..." His voice dripped smug satisfaction while tracing circles over skin stretched taut over growing life within...
Silvia hummed lazily beside him, still trembling slightly from aftershocks, before nodding agreement:
"Forecast already warned about avalanche risks today... No one will suspect us..."
Fenris chuckled darkly before leaning down to lick slow stripe up one peaked nipple, earning shuddering gasp from her beneath him...
"Jinx is dead now... Finally..." He murmured against heated flesh, tongue flicking teasingly before pulling back slightly to meet Silvia's gaze head-on...
"There is no more clause that will stop us from claiming all of her inheritance..."
Silvia smiled then as she tangled fingers through his hair possessively:
"Five years wasted playing husband for that barren fox... But now? Everything belongs solely to us..."
Fenris' grin turned predatory at reminder—wealth beyond imagination now theirs alone thanks to carefully orchestrated accident. The five years he endured were worth it
And even if someone eventually found wreckage?
By then, Jinx's corpse would be nothing more than frozen meat picked clean by scavengers...
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Blood trickled steadily from split lip as Jinx weakly lifted head—vision swimming dangerously while icy wind howled through shattered windows...
She felt every part of her body was broken. A deep, cold ache had settled into her bones, and sharper, hot pains screamed from her ribs and legs. Through the cracked and spider-webbed windshield, she could see a wall of churned-up snow pressing closer. Soon, it would flood the crushed cabin and bury her completely.
She couldn't move. Her legs were pinned under the mangled dashboard. A terrible weight pressed on her chest. All she could do was lie there in the ruined silence that followed the roar, listening to the groan of settling snow and metal.
She accepted it. This was her fate. To be the unluckiest person in the world. Disowned by her family. Hated by her husband. Born without a whisper of the supernatural energy that gave others value. Useless to everyone, even to herself. A choked sob tore from her throat, sending a fresh spike of agony through her ribs. The tears that leaked from her eyes were hot against her frozen skin.
Her life didn't flash before her eyes in a happy reel. It came in sharp, painful jabs. The contempt in her father's eyes. Fenris's first slap, disguised as a lover's quarrel. The cold emptiness of Silvia's stare from the mansion steps. She had taken it all. She had accepted every mistreatment, every cruelty, thinking that if she just endured it quietly, they would take pity on her. That the torture would lessen.
It had only gotten worse.
That wasn't the choice I wanted to make, the thought surfaced, clear and startling amid the pain. But how could she have fought back? She had no one on her side.
Then she remembered Edith and Daliah. Their worried faces, their pleading voices. The only people who had been on her side. The people she had refused to listen to.
A fresh wave of tears came, born not just of pain, but of a crushing, final stupidity. She had chosen to believe the pretty lie from the man who hurt her, instead of the hard truth from the women who loved her. She had allowed everyone to take advantage of her because she thought she deserved nothing better.
Why? she cried inside her own mind. Why do people like me have to be called useless? I didn't choose this. It's not my fault i am barren
The cold was seeping deeper, replacing the pain with a heavy numbness. The light from the outside world through the snow seemed to be dimming. She felt the last slip of her life beginning to drift away, like sand through numb fingers.
With the final spark of her will, she made a new vow. To herself. To the universe.
If I am given a second chance at life... I will turn it all around. I will get my justice.
The thought didn't bring rage. It brought a strange, quiet peace. The fear left her. The regret faded. She knew, with absolute certainty, that she had died.