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Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Words: 53,231
Chapters: 7/?
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He couldn’t see.
A darkness he hadn’t known in two hundred years surrounded him, caused by a blindfold tightly held around his eyes, the fabric rough, stiff and opaque. He tried to listen instead, but only silence met him. Just as dead as the air itself.
He’d been taken somewhere different, somewhere where the sharp tang of blood -old, fetid, decaying- clung to the back of his throat. It was dank, likely underground, but he couldn’t be sure.
He didn’t even know how much time had passed since the last time he’d been awake. It meant nothing. Time, reality, he’d no sense of it anymore. No way to gauge it other than the intense hunger gnawing in his belly.
The chains holding him creaked, wrists manacled and bleeding from supporting his weight. His hot blood wound its way down his arm, slipping past his shoulders and choosing to trace his ribs or slip down his back. It was frigid before it passed his elbows.
He shifted his weight, trying to keep standing on his own accord, lest his arms go completely numb. The grime on the filthy stone beneath his feet twisted with him.
If able, he would’ve seen his breath with each exhale, and the chains were only making noise because of his shivering. Naked, exposed, prone, he was at the mercy of this place.
Wherever that was.
Something shifted in the air.
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