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[shes-some-other-where]

“Don’t you dare.”

Contains: prison/labour camp, threat (implied)

“Don’t you dare.” Another prisoner was snarling at him. “Don’t you dare fall.”

If he collapsed, as his swimming vision and trembling limbs suggested he would, he’d take the entire line with him—every single convict, linked in a long column by chains on their legs. And what then? He’d have the guards cracking their whips or clubs over his back, and if the other prisoners fell, they’d be out for blood. His.

He took another staggering step forward, watching land and sky bleed into one another at the horizon. Breathe. Stay away. Step. Step again.

“That’s right. Keep fucking moving.”

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[shes-some-other-where]

Snake venom and molten sand

Prompt: Scorching

Contains: prison, branding, angst

The pain of the brand was like nothing he had felt before. It seethed and writhed, snake venom and molten sand, and no matter what he did or where he looked or how many deep, gasping breaths he took, he could not free himself of the sickening stench of charred, ruined flesh. He told himself he wouldn’t look at it. Wouldn’t accept that he’d been stamped like the worthless chattel he was.

But he did.

He did, and the numbers glared up at him: burning, scorching. A reminder, never to be forgotten.

Who he had once been was now dead.

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“What are you doing in my house?”

Prompt: Glasses

Contains: shoved up against a wall

He should’ve known. The footsteps were too rapid, too heavy. She always walked with cautious, musical grace, each movement measured. This gait was frantic.

Even if he’d been forewarned, there was nowhere to hide.

“He saw the extra dishes,” she said helplessly from above as a man who looked just like her, only bearded and bespectacled, skidded to a halt for one precious moment.

Then, he leapt.

“Don’t!” she cried, halfway down the stairs, but her brother, for that was who he had to be, already had the fugitive shoved against the wall.

“What are you doing in my house?”

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