AO3 Chapter
That puts him back in his cell.
Chained once more, he cries out.
“Why? Why, why? Make it stop, please. Please make it stop. Please.”
His pleas go unheard, unanswered.
“Please.”
Characters: Eoin
Content: whump, hurt no comfort, hunted like prey, electric shock, kidnapping, chains, prison cell, desperation, private humiliation
AO3 link https://archiveofourown.org/works/57445483/chapters/146147362
He is in a field.
He. Yes, that’s right, he/him. Or so he thinks.
His name is Eoin.
Why am I in a field…
The sound of dogs barking.
He turns around to face them.
They are coming for him, them, with their dogs.
Their dogs pull at the leashes.
He turns to run.
He doesn’t know why he runs.
He just knows that he must.
It is his purpose to run.
He doesn’t know why. No, he has a clue.
He has an inkling that if he did not run, bad things would happen to him.
What those bad things are, he does not know.
There is no reason, only fear here.
Just fear. Just run.
He runs and the field ends. The grass turns into detritus and the open space around him is suddenly populated by trees.
He runs. He trips. He falls.
He gets up. He runs. He must run.
He prays. He knows not what or to who. But he prays.
He exits the forest into a strange place. The ground is gray and flat. Everything is boxes.
A city.
He turns around a white boxy building. He sits on the ground and huffs. He feels a sense of temporary calm. A sense that he gets a break, but not for too long.
He remembers them, the people chasing him.
They have no faces. Only gray smudges where faces should be.
The dogs, however, are fully formed and natural.
He huffs in and out, closing his eyes. The feeling, almost like a ghost, warns him not too.
Too bad. He doesn’t care. He’s out of breath.
It doesn’t make any sense.
The phantom of feelings pushes at him. He ignores it.
The phantom grows stronger.
He ignores it.
It wants him to move. Fast.
He doesn’t move.
His eyes pop open at the sound of dogs barking.
He stands up, but it’s too late.
They found him.
A dog sinks its teeth into his arm and he screams.
One of them pulls out a taser and shocks him.
He falls to the ground, defeated.
They bind and gag him with duct tape and drag him to a nondescript black truck and throw him in the back.
They line up on either side of him.
One puts a foot on his back and presses him down so he can’t see.
The road is bumpy.
They throw a bag over his head and drag him out.
He is seated.
They pull the bag off his head.
A bright light is in his eyes.
The light moves. There is a face.
“Hello, Eoin.”
Eoin wears a puzzled face.
“How do you know my name?”
They laugh.
He focuses on their blond hair, which is cut in a crewcut.
They have scars, including one on the side of their face above their ear.
He gets dragged into a jail cell.
The tape is cut.
Shackles are placed around his ankles, wrists and even his neck.
He is too exhausted to move.
Someone brings him soup, a thin broth.
He sips it slowly, careful not to spill any.
He hears them laugh again.
He looks up at her.
Her. Her scars are more prominent and her hair is long, pulled back in a ponytail.
Or does she have a high fade?
She has hair to her chin, and the side of her head is shaved. She has a pierced lip.
The distraction makes his hands shake and he spills some of what's in the bowl.
He licks it off the floor in desperation.
“Stooping so low already?”
He ignores her.
“Bring him in.”
They drag him into a pristine white room with a drain in the middle.
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