Zexion had not intended on staying over for the night with Akon, but something most definitely drew him to sleep much sooner than he had expected.
After a few hours had passed, Zexion woke to Akon’s voice, no… they were his screams. Angered and shaken screams. It was at this time that Zexion jolted up right to see his companion in a state of rigid nightmare. His body writhing and his voice straining out in panic.
The voice is loud. The chains pull tighter. Pinch and pull. Strain and struggle. Someone is screaming. She’s screaming.
They’re getting tighter! Slithering like snakes against every inch of exposed skin. Tighter, faster, harder. The chains bit and ripped like razors. Bone cracked under the pressure.
They went to his mouth, to start filling him. Crushing him on the inside and silencing his screams.
“Akon!!!” Zexion cried, having grabbed onto Akon’s shoulders and shook him. He was trying desperately to bring him out of his nightmare. The sweat building on Akon’s skin and the cold temperature beginning to frighten him.
In a matter of seconds, Zexion found himself unable to breathe. Strong hands had wrapped around his throat and were applying what felt like a crushing force. His trachea was sure to snap under this pressure.
Eyes watering from the quick build of pain and he clawed helplessly at the larger hands. The sensation lasting for what felt like a full minute before Akon realized what he was doing.
Almost as quickly as it had started, the blocked airway was open again. He fell limp to the floor, holding to his pained bruised throat and choking with each breath to move in or out.
Tears streaming down his face as he huddled in the floor, trying to regain his breath and reason. He was frightened, nay terrified. Horrendous incidents leading to trauma had him visibly shaking. Now, he sat in the floor continuing to gasp with each breath and cough when it caused his throat pain, he panicked with the flash backs coming to mind. More tears swelled, and he couldn’t control himself.
A subtle touch on his shoulder and upper back caused him to start and scatter away from it. But it wasn’t actually Akon he was afraid of, but the fact he couldn’t make the distinction of this situation from the one he was remembering.
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Jerking away hard enough to send himself back into a wall with a painful-sounding thud, his chest still heaving, he still could barely process where exactly he was. But the pain across his abdomen was beginning to dull ( if barely ), if that was anything off which to judge.
It took a good few seconds for him to finally blink away the remnants of the nightmare, to realize just what he’d done. For a moment, he froze, staring abashedly at the smaller male then down to the hands that had been around that pale throat.
He tried to reach for the other man, to apologize, to explain, to just fucking apologize, but that smaller body flinched away from him. His worst fears coming true all in the span of moments.
Zexion, of all people, was afraid of him.
Had it been anyone else, Akon wouldn’t have cared much, but this man...
Barely resisting the urge to put his fist through a wall, he stood abruptly, with every intention of putting as much distance between himself and the other as was physically possible.
Maybe he really would head up that field mission, after all.
His hands shook as he backed away then sidestepped along the wall to put himself on the entire other side of the room, subtly making his way to the door.
“I’m so sorry...” He choked out when he finally managed to speak.
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