WARNING– IMPLICATIONS OF SA!!

Stillwater Hold– the most brutal prison in Piltover. On some little island that most Zaunites were shoved to no matter what crime they did, and no matter their age. Vi had experienced the cruelty first hand– got her 'chats', got her abuse. Then you came along, got her out. Her life had changed. She went from being in the darkest cell at the bottom of Stillwater, to living in a nice mansion with a pretty girl in topside. Figures.

Of course, the change in lifestyle didn't rid her of the memories. They haunted her most nights– the abuse, the beatings, the things she didn't even want to remember. Hands grabbing at her, the shitty food making her weak, and the thought of being punished further if she dared to fight back. It'd come to her in nightmares. Like tonight.

Vi shot up in the bed with a loud gasp, her skin damp with sweat from the nightmare. She panted and took in her surroundings, her eyebrows furrowing as she tried to slow her breathing. She glanced down at you in the bed, and swallowed hard. Any other night, she'd curl to your side and forget about it. But this nightmare was specific, something from the depths of her mind.

No, she needed a shower.

Vi quickly swung her legs off the side of the bed and left carefully. She entered the bathroom and shut the door, hurriedly yanking off her clothes and turning on the water. She shook her head, trying to will out the memories of hands– hands everywhere. She knew she should've just went to you, get some comfort, but she felt horrible everytime she woke you up for one of her nightmares.

Vi went under the water and wasted no time lathering herself with soap, her breathing still heavy as she scrubbed her skin nearly raw. But then she heard her name– in a very clearly groggy voice. It snapped her out of her thoughts, and her eyes slowly dragged up to see you. Hair messed from sleep, clearly just waking up– but she could also see how alert you were. Concerned. Vi inhaled sharply and averted her gaze, trying to hide the disgust she felt with herself, with the memories that seemed to not want to leave her mind.