Llyr and the Pirates - Day 12
Day 12: Collared or Chained
For @amonthofwhump‘s Water Whump May, where I write a part of this story every day according to the prompt. Alright. Y’all. Writing machine broke I wrote too much fluff earlier and could not turn the angst machine on. Take your 500 words I’ll write more tomorrow.
Tag list: @spiffythespook, @castielamigos-whump-side-blog, @insanitywishes, @whumpingonarainyday
Content warnings: uhh manhandling, bad hurty things but not much specific
“Sounds like you have a visitor! Oh, and just in time too; I was so close to believing your little white lie,” it said, but its tone contradicted its words. “Come on, get up and come greet them with me. It’s been a while since I’ve had some proper fun.”
Before Llyr could try and stand up by himself, impatient arms were already pulling at him and forcing him to his feet. Someone came around behind him, forcing metal cuffs on his wrists, then on his ankles before he could even struggle against them.
He stumbled as they started forward, fear pulsing through his veins as they walked. His left ankle couldn’t hold his weight, forcing him to limp, and his right arm was still in pain as they jerked it harshly forward, and he was probably marching to his death in short shuffling steps restricted by the chain that kept his ankles too close together.
He hung his head, angry tears leaking from his eyes and falling to the floor with the water that dropped from his hair and clothes. The brief time he’d spent inside had done nothing to help with that, and had possibly only made him colder since the water had cooled into his clothes and skin, a constant sticking pressure on his skin.
The human leading them turned around to see Llyr glaring up at him, crying, and simply ruffled his wet hair, tugging just a little too hard to even be mistaken as affection.
“Don’t cry, stupid thing. I’m sure you’ve been in worse trouble before, haven’t you? I mean, whoever your master is certainly hasn’t trained you well, if you’re going around and getting caught so easily all the time,” it said with a scoff. “Well, actually, if you’ve been in worse trouble then you’d probably already be dead. Ah well, you won’t have to worry about that past tonight, will you?”
Llyr hung his head again, choosing to ignore the demeaning attitude from the human in the lantern light, whose eyes were a vat of swirling greens and browns that made him dizzy just to stare into. Or perhaps he’d already been dizzy when they tackled him to the floor. Or even as far back as the crash… he wasn’t sure anymore. The events of the evening were smearing together in a blur of cold and wet and terror that he couldn’t pick apart.
They stepped through a doorway and came out right in the area Llyr had entered through just earlier, and he could see both Ray and Hugh, halfway across the sand, now staring up at the unexpected company.
