@ofregicide continued from here
The voice above him sounded far away, muffled and incomplete, as Nathaniel fought to open his eyes, fought to focus his gaze, even as a red light shone in them, giving everything an ominous glow. “ What? ” He blinked again, squeezing his eyes shut for just a moment before letting them open once more, more in focus than before. He moved to sit up, finding his hands tied together, rope digging into his wrists.
What ? Where is he? What’s going on?
Think back, how’d he get here? What happened? Fuck, fuck, fuck. He can’t remember. He recognized the voice ( he’d recognize it anywhere ) as the other man spoke. Riko. What happened? His body ached, the back of his head was throbbing and his arms were sore, muscles straining from being tied up in one position for so long. “ What’s happening?” He tried to ignore the panic rising in his chest, but this wasn’t right. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Riko wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t tie him up, wouldn’t record it. This isn’t his Riko.