Who Can I Run To ? - Part 2

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So once again I'm freaking late as hell updating anything , this is just one update out of many I have to finish and give to you all , at the moment I'm in so much pain but on the plus side It's my birthday tomorrow 😂 I love you all so very much ! Thank you for always being so patient ! I promise the next update is definitely the Queen Radio oneshot & the others will follow ! I hope you all enjoy this one !
Love lou ❤️

As always Nicki's speech is in italic
Beyoncé's speech is in bold
Miguel's speech is in bold italic
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Omniscient POV

Whimpers and anguished cries of agony left Onika's bruised lips like whispers , yet they somehow managed to bounce off of each wall that made up the solitary bathroom hidden in the basement of Miguel's mansion and echo back to her just how weak sh...

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Whimpers and anguished cries of agony left Onika's bruised lips like whispers , yet they somehow managed to bounce off of each wall that made up the solitary bathroom hidden in the basement of Miguel's mansion and echo back to her just how weak she was.

The 'Ice Box' is one of Miguel's many torture rooms but exclusively he likes to reserve it for Onika since it was the most effective punishment he found for her , the beatings became so often that the blows had no effect on her he found she wouldn't scream as she use to and he loved to hear her scream .

The echoes of her pain mocked her , tormented her further than anything Miguel could whisper to her , the freezing water she was currently shackled in felt like acid nipping at her flesh stripping it from bone , her once glowing melanin infused skin that held the beauty of a thousand burning suns now holds pale grey undertones from years of abuse and imprisonment as if the moon withholds the sun from her as further punishment .

Eyes that once held wonderment and joy and all the innocence of a child at Christmas are now blank and cold , she was stripped of emotions , feelings are fleeting , happiness is an immature figment of people's imagination that shield them from the harsh realities of life , these were all lessons Miguel had made a point of drilling into her when her father sold her to him.

The shaking was uncontrollable and visceral so much so it felt like her body was vibrating against the unforgiving porcelain frame of the tub , with the legs of the tub bolted to the ground and shackles inbuilt into the sides once she was often chucked into it she couldn't move , the sub zero temperatures of the water that resembled that of the Antarctic's would seep deep into her bones and cause them to lock up making any kind of movement unbearable .

The heavy chains rattled against the tub as her chest heaved her breath visible as it leaves her cracked bruised lips , lack of food and water only served to make this punishment even harsher as she was slipping in and out of consciousness but her stature was so short that one wrong movement her face would be dunked under and with how tightly her legs were now locked and how heavy the shackles are there was a high possibility she wouldn't be able to get back up again.

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