Lu Guang, being held captive and tortured by a serial killer, having his life in danger (open wound and threat of time limit to spill info), after saving a friend who was threatened, and getting roughly medically wrapped in bandages and hastily applied antiseptic looks so nice. I am living right now! 😆
From the face grab of possession to Lu Guang taking in his surroundings, his eyes adjusting to the light again.
To the false joy and applause as the killer says, "No wonder you're the great partner of Cheng Xiaoshi."
The absolute sass and calmness our poor white cat boy has as soon as he presumes that the killer must be desperate and easily caught if Lu Guang is declared "their valuable final card" to use. (Idk why the ropes disappeared, they just do)
Which only aggravates the killer more as their prey clearly isn't trembling in fear from being in the presence of a hunter...
"I regret being too lenient before," the killer states.
*cue the amazing voice acting of startled groans of pain as Lu Guang holds back his screams to his intense pain, being medically tended to without care* *the pants of exhaustion and pain*
Lu Guang, involuntarily breathing deeply and quickly from the pain, finally gives in because he needs proper medical attention and wants to be alive long enough to not break Cheng Xiaoshi's heart with grief of life lost guarantee Cheng Xiaoshi's safety.
*squeals* It's so nice to watch a calm and well-prepared blorbo be stuck in a situation where he knows and can plan for nothing, only able to follow the whims of an insane killer while being held captive and waiting to be saved.
TRIGGER WARNING/CONTENT!: Reopened wound, knee injury/worsening injury, concrete burns, attempted escape, slight/light pet whump, training, selfdone bandages/diy bandages, bad storyline (ish- this continues sort of.)
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"he'd fall right down on the payment, his scar that was on his knee from just last week, after well, you know~ concrete burns, the scar opened right up, delightful!
Let out an blood cuddling scream then sob, instantly reaching for his knee only for alyx to kneel down, and pull Ashtyn's arms behind his own back, twisting them together
Ashtyn really couldn't help but jerk forward with loud crying coming from him with screams poking in between some of the crys, with him blabbering on about freeing him, and how it hurted, so, fucking, bad.
So in between one of the men just yelling at ashtyn for slackness, he'd scramble himself up, holding his knee for a moment.
"DOWN."
Ashtyns knee would wince every time he'd attempt to set it down, balancing against one of the mens chest, taking him 10 trys to finally set the knee down with his face red, and all snotty.
After 25 seconds, of drilled in instructions of what to do from the man that was right behind ashtyn, he'd get pushed slightly with an ton of blood from the injury flowing down his shin, crying even more as he'd just cover his eyes shaking his head
"Cmon, get on with it."
Ashtyn would wince as he'd look at the knee, having a hard time moving it, he needed.. Aid! Right now! So he'd look around, with the men's gaze locked on ashtyn, with ashtyn looking ahead, with him turning and dashing off to God knows where..
Heavy heart poundings were pounding out of ashtyn's chest as he’d hold his knee, tears trickling out of his eyes once he got a fresh breath of air, and they did not stop then, they kept on flowing out. With hysterical sobs getting choked out of him.
'C-Cm'-mon..!!" A pitiful panicked voice came out from him, as he'd hold his knee up to his chest facing to the shed right behind him, with burning hot tears drizzling down his chin, onto his chest, looking back at the knee injury, the blood ran all down his leg onto his shoes, holding his knee tightly to his chest
Bandages! He needed bandages.. Blood was flowing at such a rapid rate from his knee, it was an gift he had the opportunity to run away from them.
He’d just wait a few moments holding his knee directly to his chest letting out all of his heavy breathing out, with some of his breathing stammering over other breathes he’d release to cool his adrenaline rush
Distant callings would get yelled out “ASHTYNN! GET OUT, AL-FUCKING-READY!”
Ashtyn would just rock himself back and forth, biting down on his lip, with the yellings becoming more distant with them heading the opposite opposing side of the estate, with him beginning to lower his knee from his chest, resting his head into his blood soaked knee, with it stinging an tremendous lot, and his tears sliding down his knee did not help with the stinging.
Once it had progressed in ashtyns mind the men had moved more away, in search for him he’d crawl over to the shed, pushing it open with the lock breaking quite a while ago.. Thank god, he’d hurry himself inside shutting the door behind him.
To say the least, ashtyn moved way too fast for his own good, with his head spinning once the door closed behind him, resting up against the door.
After about two minutes of catching himself and breathing his head slowly lifted itself up, revealing a red, tear filled face, with exhaustion expressed all over it, his eyes feeling heavy, as his eyes went right to left, immediately frightened with what he saw.. With his eyes heaviness immediately taking a 360 turn, feeling light as a feather now.
Normally, sheds have gardening tools, housework tools, maybe some storage even? But this one.. No, not at all. There would be torture devices all across it, with some workshop counters at one of the corners, and that wasn’t all, the more his eyes skimmed the room, rope, knives, saws, tool boxes, all that kind of stuff, with even some blood that must be extremely dried up from how well it blended with the floor.
He froze there with his eyes tearing up as he’d look behind himself anxiously feeling as if someone was watching him. Quickly wiping his eyes with his forearm as he felt the tears watering up in his eyes with his facial expression doing its best to look fierce.. He needed- AID. FIRST, AID.” his breathing was rapid, and he didn’t even realize as he’d crawl with his knee up to his side to prevent any further damage from crawling on pretty much all fours. As he’d go to the counters, opening one out of the six drawers on the cabinets, being exposed to the smell of rotten flesh.. That they were just– keeping there!! He nearly gagged as he smelt it, it definitely was.. Rotten
He’d just close that drawer, opening the next 3, getting greeted with surgical tools, or some jars of dead parts, he.. Didn’t enjoy this little surprise, til he’d hurriedly rush for anything, grabbing some small remainders of rope he saw by some of the jars with tears stinging his eyes just from how hot they were, happening all from the overbearing worry of, was an part of him going to be in one of these drawers?! What would happen!?
All of thoses thoughts overwhelmed him as he’d keep hurrying to find some first aid kit! All he could find would be dried out, used, rags, that was honestly the best he could find, thin ropes and a stack of dried out cloths
He'd just grab an handful of the rags, placing them right on his knee, grunting in pain from the dried out texture, and the fact he was putting something that wasn't his hand, over the gory wound, slowly beginning to place the rags all over his knee tying it gently with only one knot around his knee cap to secure the 'Bandages', he'd of course be panting, hating the feeling of touching gory stuff himself
Of course finally when he got the 'bandages' wrapped up on his knee, he'd fall to his sides, holding onto his knee as he'd pant, somewhat rocking his knee, as if it was his baby, sniffling as he'd lay there
Soon enough, he fell asleep with out even knowing, he was safe! Just for a few minutes. Before the men came banging on the shed, ashtyn still laying there unconscious.
