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“I don’t trust you.”

ofwit replied to your post:[[MOR] okay i lied. my fucking idiotic roomate...

go kick some ass

he threw toilet paper at my head last time i tried because he's a little bitch.

Chalk Outline || ofwit

The memories came back to Alec in pieces, each fragment more painful than the last. First, the sensation of drowning; the inability to breathe as his lungs filled with water until the boy was mere inches from his demise. He'd been blinded -- a cloth carelessly thrown over his face before an endless stream of water had begun to suffocate him. Counting each torturous second had lasted until forty-eight, at which point it all became too much and all he'd been able to concentrate on was staying alive for a few moments longer.

Second was the beating. Starting simply with a punch to the stomach that had knocked what remaining breath Alec had right from his lungs. Seconds passed after that and Alec was already on the floor, blood and tears rolling down his sweaty skin and puddling beneath him. An endless shower of punches and kicks left the boy broken -- both physically and mentally. Bruises littered his body and bones had probably been broken. Had Alec tried his hardest, the boy would not have been able to stand up.

Barely conscious and on the brink of death, faint laughter and incoherent sentences of which he'd only been able to interpret fragments had cut through his hazy thoughts. Had he been healthier, the few words that had managed to pierce his jumbled thoughts may have stuck, but the ability to form coherent thoughts and remember anything other than the sheer torture that had already scarred him, despite having taken place over only the past three or four days, had long since been forgotten.

His eyes flutter open slowly and Alec immediately regrets fighting the desire to continue to sleep, oblivious to the pain that had returned full force the moment he had taken a deep breath. The light is blinding and, although his vision is blurry and it's difficult to see, Alec spots at least one figure towering over him. There is a large possibility that he's surrounded and is too blinded by the pain to focus, though Quickly, his eyes close again, unable to handle the light (he'd been locked in blinding darkness for what now seems like an eternity). Pangs of hunger had ceased to bother him quickly, although in any other circumstance, the emptiness in his stomach would be eating at him -- literally.

Ever fiber of his being is screaming in protest but the boy still struggles to push himself upright. Unable to stand, he contents himself to sitting upright as opposed to remaining curled up in the fetal position (though lying down and letting himself go is really the more appealing option at the moment). Struggling to find his voice, Alec only lets out a weak noise instead of the what the hell do you want from me he'd been meaning to spit at his captors.

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