“Thank god you’re breathing.” (Eleniel, @somethingxgreater)
Hours felt like days since last he was thrown into the back of a blacked out SUV, bag pressed over his head and driven out west into the middle of nowhere.
Cuts a plenty coated his pale skin. Chain marks branded his wrists as well as his neck, making his skin feel as though it was constantly burning due to the pressure.
With a deep intake of breath and a silent prayer, Alistair slowly rose back onto his feet; all a bit unsteady and rested himself against the table to where he had been strapped.
“E-Eleniel?”
If anyone would be bold enough to come find him, it would be her.















