A terrified sob escapes him as he's lifted up by his bound wrists, no more able to resist than a doll might. He saw what happened to the others. But now that it's his turn, he can't struggle, can't close his eyes. He can't look away from its face. It might be the last thing he ever sees.
A lance of pain flares through one of his fingers. It grows with every racing heartbeat, rises up his arm, and he screams.
Nothing so loud escapes him now, but he is not silent. The terror of that moment finds voice in quiet whimpers, deaf to the voice beside him.
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Date: 2023-01-06 04:02 am (UTC)Nothing so loud escapes him now, but he is not silent. The terror of that moment finds voice in quiet whimpers, deaf to the voice beside him.