[ You wake up on the floor of the cold stone room and the first thing you know is that he's here. You know, with dread seeping into your flesh, that he's there in the corner. The one behind you. He's there and he's watching you. He's been watching you. You don't want to look at him, the very thought has your stomach dropping out beneath you. A cold sweat breaks out over your skin, and you think that if you had eaten anything yesterday you might throw up.
It's dark in the room- no windows, no candles- the only light a small flickering thing coming from under the only door in your cell. You don't know how long you've been in here; there is no way to track the passage of time. Food is given at irregular intervals and it's never enough to sate your hunger. Besides your captor you don't get visitors, at least not living ones.
He's closer now, you can feel it. He's noticed you're awake. You can feel his rotting breath on the back of your neck.
You jerk into a seated position and feel pain in your wrists. Raising your right hand is more difficult than normal, there's a weight there... You can just barely make out a slight gleam on the manacle squatting around your wrist. Below that is the plain tattered beige prison sleeve.
You raise your hand a little higher and hear the chains scrape across the stone floor- but that's not what causes your blood to freeze. It's the wet gleaming pin pricks of light staring out at you from those pitted sockets just across the room. Her hair is matted, and most of it fallen out or fallen off. In fact, as she reaches out towards you another clump slips down to drop to the floor with a moist plop. The bones of her hands and the remnants of her nails dig into the stone floor as she pulls herself towards you. The sound of her scraping drag loud and grating in the silence of your cell.
Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd || Fire Emblem: Three Houses || Current Player
∅ If I fall asleep tell me that you'll wake me
[ You wake up on the floor of the cold stone room and the first thing you know is that he's here. You know, with dread seeping into your flesh, that he's there in the corner. The one behind you. He's there and he's watching you. He's been watching you. You don't want to look at him, the very thought has your stomach dropping out beneath you. A cold sweat breaks out over your skin, and you think that if you had eaten anything yesterday you might throw up.
It's dark in the room- no windows, no candles- the only light a small flickering thing coming from under the only door in your cell. You don't know how long you've been in here; there is no way to track the passage of time. Food is given at irregular intervals and it's never enough to sate your hunger. Besides your captor you don't get visitors, at least not living ones.
He's closer now, you can feel it. He's noticed you're awake. You can feel his rotting breath on the back of your neck.
You jerk into a seated position and feel pain in your wrists. Raising your right hand is more difficult than normal, there's a weight there... You can just barely make out a slight gleam on the manacle squatting around your wrist. Below that is the plain tattered beige prison sleeve.
You raise your hand a little higher and hear the chains scrape across the stone floor- but that's not what causes your blood to freeze. It's the wet gleaming pin pricks of light staring out at you from those pitted sockets just across the room. Her hair is matted, and most of it fallen out or fallen off. In fact, as she reaches out towards you another clump slips down to drop to the floor with a moist plop. The bones of her hands and the remnants of her nails dig into the stone floor as she pulls herself towards you. The sound of her scraping drag loud and grating in the silence of your cell.
Scrape. Draaaag. Scrape. Draaaag. Scrape. Draaaaaaaag.
While your eyes were on her you forgot about him. You remember now as his bony grip digs into the meat of your arm.
The voice of a cheerfully sadistic woman rings out just at the cell door opens blinding you with light.
"How are you doing today your highness?"
You wake up again. ]