❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒, 𝐇𝐔𝐇, 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀? ❜ contempt hissed through clenched jaw with little self-restraint, much like the bellowing wretched from his lungs shortly thereafter. the cost of freedom was sheer agony / distress / pain. attempting to free himself from binds wrapped tightly ‘round his wrists was pure folly. but . . . a recklessly pursued attempt nonetheless. ( after all, he was nothing if not stubborn in the face of adversity. it was, perhaps, one of his redeeming qualities, he supposes. )
rope securing him to the chair, tethering him like an animal, dug further into his flesh, ripping away at supple skin. fresh wounds continue to bleed as he tug at his binds, twisting and turning his wrists in a poor attempt at escaping. ❛ you got any better ideas ------ i’m all ears. ❜