I’m here- I’m here, now // listen... u know i HAD to
HELL RESTS UPON HIS CHEST in the form of barbed wire begging to pierce his heart . an arm pleads to move , but the heaviness of each broken bone remains sound upon the chair he’s been forcibly tied to . ribs likely shattered inside , sucking in so much of a half breath could lead to his death --- he knows . every puff of his lung enacts as a balloon already blown up far too wide for the battered flesh prison to contain . it was death , and he was lingering at the door just waiting for it to open while every scattered attempt to breathe ( or even see ) dragged him closer to the light .
and then the sound of a familiar voice came .
head previously hunched chin to clavicle , the muffled sounds of familiarity ease him towards the voice while dehydrated lips part so desperately to speak but it seems only tumbleweeds want to fall from his mouth . ❛ re --- ❜ staggering , a forced gasp sends a sharp and mind numbing pain throughout every nerve and he near gasps out from the physical ridicule . he’s weak as he looks up , all energy spent in one simple movement to bare witness to the towering figure at his side . perhaps another figment of his imagination ---- drugs that previously pumped through his veins had scores to settle after all .
still ----- however ; he caved to such a weakness , perhaps he was meant to deliver him .
another cough as copper coats his lips , it’s an old bitter flavor he’d grown used to over the years and it leaves his mouth with an audible groan . he’s dying , painful reminisce of his body giving into the pain , the suffering and every inch of him just caving to it’s own failure . yet there is renier ---- a brother by choice , he remembers . one even his mind would not allow him to be betrayed by , yet still, as fragmented as ever thought remains , he finds himself barely capable of asking ❛ --- are you real ? ❜
kidnap & torture !! @ichorelion
