“Yasmine Elder was charged with first-degree murder in the gruesome
death of Darius Ellis, a killing prosecutors say was spurred by a heated
argument that turned physical.
The two were sitting in a van
shortly after Elder got off work early Monday from her job at an area
bakery when the couple got into an argument. As the dispute turned
physical, Elder — who authorities say weighed about 77 pounds more than
her boyfriend — allegedly climbed on top of Ellis and grabbed him by
his dreadlocks to gain control of him. Ellis, 26, was lying between the
bucket seats at that time.
“The defendant placed her knee on the
victim to hold him down,” Cook County assistant state’s attorney Joseph
Carlson said during Elder’s bond hearing Thursday. “There was a bottle
of bleach inside the van; the defendant and victim struggled with the
bottle. The defendant then poured the bleach on the victim’s face,
dousing him, and causing the bleach to go down his throat.”
eventually got off Ellis and left the van. Ellis drove himself to the
apartment of a friend, where he told multiple witnesses Elder poured
bleach down his throat. Ellis collapsed on the landing of his friend’s
apartment building and began to foam at the mouth.
He was rushed
to the hospital, but died hours later from his injuries. An autopsy
revealed Ellis had a bruise and abrasions to his left cheek and bruises
to his head and back as well as chemical burns to his stomach and
esophagus. Tests of the contents of the man’s stomach revealed his pH
levels — the measure of concentration of hydrogen in the body — were
between 12 and 13. Normal pH levels are 5 to 6.
Carlson said after the ambulance left, the witnesses walked
to the victim’s family home to let them know what happened. One of the
witnesses saw Elder walking near the home and confronted her about the
injuries sustained by the victim.
The witness told
investigators Elder admitted to pouring bleach on her boyfriend. She
“then laughed at the witness when she was informed that the victim might
die,” Carlson said.
Elder was arrested later Monday. At the time of her arrest, she had an injury to her hand consistent with a bleach burn.”
If she’s convicted I hope she gets life in a deep dark hole with no light
“When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before.”
Tags/Triggers- slow burn (maybe?), alpha/Omega/beta, hurt/comfort, heat cycles, poor Link what am I gonna do to this kid, mute Link, mentions of child abuse/rape for later chapters (memory stuff, I haven’t written any form of smut before idk how in detail I’ll go but I will mark where these scenes will be for those that want to skip it), yiga clan, happy ending
So yeah those those triggers appear in this chapter…I’m not sure how I’m gonna mark where they are so they can be skipped…I may just not go into detail with them. This is gonna be a royal mess. Anyway…Here ya go.
Sidon was disturbed by the increased amount of guards patrolling the Domain as they left the infirmary, the healer quickly making her way to his chambers to keep an eye on Link. He hadn’t ordered for the increase, nor did he recall anything happening to cause such action. Glancing at the princess walking with him to the dining hall he noticed her entire being was tense, eyes hard and still showing signs of anger mixing with raw emotion. This caused more worry to bloom in Sidon’s chest.
As they entered the hall, Zelda took a seat at the far corner and requested the strongest drink the Zora’s had. Sidon blinked before taking a seat next to her, requesting something light to drink, as well as a simple dish for them both. The drinks arrived first. Zelda knocked her drink back in one gulp and requested another. The Zora serving them quickly fetched another, this one Zelda simply sipped, her body slowly relaxing.
“I must apologise for my behavior Prince Sidon…It wasn’t my intention to come across as cold.” She ran a hand over face, sighing deeply.
“You must have your reasons to act that way Princess. I’m only alarmed as to why everyone seems to on edge. What happened while Link and I were at the Reservoir?” Sidon took a slow drink, eyes on Zelda.
She sighed again, staring into her glass and swirling the liquid. “Have you heard of the Yiga Clan, prince?”
“Link told me that he helped the Gerudo retrieve an item from them, and that he’s encountered them across Hyrule. They seem intent on killing him actually…” Sidon frowned.
“They want more from him than his death. Those bastards want to use him to breed…”
Sidon stilled, holding back a snarl that was forming in his chest. “I won’t let them touch my pearl.”
Zelda smiled at him. “I’m glad to hear that…. Hopefully we can stop the attack before you two get married.” She giggled softly at the surprised look on the Prince’s face.
“You mean you approve?”
“Of course I do. I’m giving him away myself.” She took another drink. Sidon tilted his head.
“I don’t mean to be rude Princess but, why are you so willing to let him go? I was certain a battle of dominance was to happen.” Which Sidon was already prepared to win, but he wasn’t going to tell her that.
Zelda’s expression fell, a deep sadness replacing the exhaustion and anger. “Because…I was the reason he lost his voice…”
^“You little bastard! Get back here!” Link tried to hide, but a rough hand grabbed him by the hair and tossed him into the wall. He felt his ribs cracking, a wheezing sob escaping his lips. The blows on him continued to rain, he blocked his face with his arms.
“Worthless! You tainted my bloodline! To think an omega was born out of a strong line of alphas!” Link felt spit hit his face. “I should kill you like I did your whore of a mother!”
Tears fell. Link has dealt with this since his mother died. He couldn’t escape. He prayed for death…^
A broken whine left his chapped lips. He could hear a soft voice next to him and something cool places on his forehead. Link felt too hot, he wanted Sidon. He didn’t have the energy to open his eyes, he couldn’t speak, couldn’t sign. What was happening to him? He fell back into the spiral of hell he was trying to free himself of as the voice next to him tried their best to sooth his panic.
“What do you mean by that Princess?” Sidon was very confused. How was it her fault that Link couldn’t speak?
Zelda took a long draught of her drink, leaning back in her chair. “When…When my father was alive, he was set on creating the strongest army possible. Only the strongest alphas were allowed to breed, and only the strongest omegas were allowed to bear those children…“ She gave a half-hearted laugh. “To think that’s how he thought was the only solution to making a strong race. Hylians can be so selfish…All of us use to be that way. The weak ones were used as slaves, either for work or…Pleasure.” Zelda bit out that last part. Sidon’s eyes going wide as he listened.
“After I came of age for my first heat, my father sent his soldiers out to find only the best omega they could find. I’m not sure how they found him, but they brought Link to my chamber. H-he was so skinny, Sidon. Covered in bruises and cuts. I actually laughed at him…” She downed the rest of her drink, when she asked for another she gave a lopsided smile to the server when the Zora asked if she was sure. “I’m sure dear, my mate used to be the Champion of the Gerudo. I had to learn to hold my liquor with that one.” The Zora nodded and refilled the glass.
“I couldn’t smell fear on him. In fact, looking back on it I don’t know how I didn’t sense the goddess power flowing in his veins. But his smell is so…Sweet. Intoxicating. It spurred my heat on, and I…” She took a shuddering breath. “I had him pinned, I managed to take his trousers off even with his struggling. I almost…I almost took him. Until he started -screaming-, and his fear was so strong it snapped me out of my heat. I saw the bruises on his thighs….That -look- on his face…That sheer terror…” Tears were forming in her eyes as she downed half her drink again. “It caught me off guard, and even in his weakened state he had a powerful right hook.” A weak chuckle left her lips. “He pulled his clothes back on and ran off. I’m not sure where he went, or if my father caught him…But…”
Zelda choked on a sob as she continued. “It was about a week after that, the other champions and I were going to the Spring of Courage. When we got there, Farosh was curled around the goddess statue. It scared us. Mipha had smelled the blood….and-and I could hear a voice, begging me to help him.” Her tears were falling faster now. “Link was at the base of the statue, naked, bloodied, so -broken-….That..That gurgling noise he was making. Someone slit his throat. I’m not sure how he was still alive. None of us were sure. When Mipha began healing him, I heard Farosh speaking. Telling me to right my wrong. To take him to the Great Deku Tree, never fail the Hero Of Time again…”
She turned her teary eyes to the prince, only crying more at the look of horror and anger etched in his features. “I promised Farosh. I know I had been harsh on Link, to keep him safe from my father I had to treat him how I did when I knighted him. I know I failed him again when the Calamity came. I won’t fail him again Sidon. I can’t let him look like that again. I won’t allow that terror taint him. I won’t let it taint you.”
Link sobbed weakly as memories assaulted him, beatings, being violated, over and over again. It made his fever climb, until it suddenly broke, and Link screamed.
……This is a train wreak. But hey, at least I gave it the old college try. It only gets worse from here. But I promise the ending is happy. Kiba out.
As always, you should check out the prompt on the official website for today!
As you perhaps have noticed, I’m trying to stray into relative territory of the official prompts (sorry for jumping the gun on fashion!). Since today is talking about gender and sexuality, let’s take a gentle leap away from that into the area of stereotypes and cliches of the culture in your world.
The concept of bringing real world issues into your setting can spur pretty heated discussion, and you certainly do not have to bring any existing social or political issues into your setting if you don’t want, but it’s important to remember that conflict is what tends to drive stories, so some friction between groups of people, or countries, can create dramatic tension. This tension doesn’t need to be based in race or gender or anything that is an issue in reality, though!
All that being said, take some time today to write down three stereotypes common to your setting. They can be as broad as “kobolds like to make traps” or “everyone who lives in the swamp has a pet bullywug” or as narrow as “people in this village are generous”. When you write these three stereotypes, be sure to explain why the stereotypes exist, whether they are positive or negative!