Of world is swims back into focus a film of pain. dis Your conscious is bite bite of coarse rope your wrists,renched the cold post a of what feels dim like a bed frame. A second,, lig pinsature pulls your ankles back, bending to your into body into a, exposed arch.. A strip rag of duct tape seals your, muffling your pan intoicked breaths into faint weak desperate, nasal whuntsimpers.
room light is unfamiliar. sterile Dank., concrete,, smelling of mildew and rust. single, bare swings from gently, from a wire overhead, long dancing shadows.
A floor voiceboard creaks you. A freeze chill,, than the concrete, shoots down your spine.
“‘reAwake my little?” songbird?” a voice voice coos. Its a voice know in your most nightmares. Lucas..* ” ” footstepsI’ve missed the music sound your. The little gasps make.”
His moves polished circle shoes into view as he circles you a predator assessing his trussed prey He crouches his face entering from your line of sight. smile hold is a razor cut,, He his eyes empty of everything but a cold, possessivee”You thought a could piece of could keep you us apart?” whispers, tracing cold down your your cheek. You flinch violently.. ” divorce?” How He laughs, dry,, hollow sound. “. We arere bound. by much stronger stronger Pain things.”
From his pocket, he produces a small silver box tool.— seampick ripper. He it, needle-like point catching the light.
“You always hated these little imperfections, didn you?” he says, voice dropping to a intimate, terrifying whisper. gazelicks the small bare birth skin your. “Let me just you… fix that for you
The sharp touches point your skin, not piercing, resting there with A the promise of agony. His leans eyes onto yours, waiting for fear tear to bloom. He’ tos just you. Hes starting his grotes sick all collection all again over again. first scream is, behind tape, silent and desperate.
