The clatter of cold metal almost made Ozone jump. Almost. He drew in a long, cold breath, before he turned his head, and oh fuck, if he even made one misstep here, he was dead. The ghoul almost had a foot of height on him and certainly a lot of weight- Ozone couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt so tiny.
Another cold breath that made his nose tingle. He must have smelled the food, Ozone thought, and maybe that was a good thing- he’d made it himself, refusing to bring down the gruel that had been suggested. Even a prisoner deserved something better than a cold, chunky porridge, so he’d made a chicken soup from scratch, testing it himself. It was delicious, as were all his experiments.
Ozone gulped, trying to keep his hands from shaking and spilling the food. He looked up at the ghoul, green eyes glinting in the low light, and held out the tray, as if offering it. He wanted to know if the ghoul was interested before moving closer.
Pale eyes were glued on him. Tracking his every twitch. His every breath.
The sight of him treading closer brought an invasion of hands that breeched his mind as he was infiltrated with the memory of his incarceration. Coercers shoved him down into submission with the heels of their shoes, grinding the side of his skull against stone, and trapped both wrists and arms with metal that pinched into his skin as he tried to strain them apart now.
The might of his tail, wilder than an ocean’s will, was forced down, tangled around the cuffs in the most compromising position for the beast had fought, tooth and fucking nail. Whipped his tail with the fury of a mace and shattered a row of chairs and pews and legs of those who stood to close.
An untamed soul wasn’t meant to be kept under the confines of a sealed tomb.
Still, the cuffs refused to burst and he flared his nose in a disgruntled huff, though it sounded more like a stubborn horse than a Ghoul. A silent ultimatum reached his train of thoughts ; wither his strength away with this useless endeavor or accept defeat and bide his time. Seek an opening he had no qualms sinking his teeth into.
An opportunity like him, who he scrutinized with taut muscles that begun to relax. Visibly relax. A soft growl fluttered from Ghoul’s throat as he leaned forward, sniffing the air around his neck.
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