[The room spins and changes and he's stuck in a memory. This one is a little different. He's in a dark, stone-walled room. He's chained to the floor. There is pain. Dull and creeping, like ice trickling through his veins. Everything else is...fuzzy. The edges of the room blur. Voices can be heard, but they seem distant and muffled, even if the shapes of the bodies they are coming from are nearby, in amongst the blurs. ]
"----surprised he's still standing. Can't even---"
[A deeper mumble. Different.]
"----gives me the spooks. Like a blighted animal, he bit---"
"---supposed to be the point, I think----"
[Another voice cuts in. This one is clear as a bell, and everything sharpens a touch in response to hearing it. Absolute obedience. Your master's voice. ]
"Have we quite finished? We have to continue."
[They mumble assent, and his face appears in front of yours for a moment. There's no concern there, he gives a smirk, possessive and proud and with just an undercurrent of lust. If you don't die tonight, you'll be expected in his bedchamber. He'll want to use you tonight.
The thought doesn't come with any fear or disgust, just a dull-minded acknowledgement. It's what's expected of you. You don't think much of anything after that though, because the process continues and suddenly all you can feel is AGONY. It's blinding and tearing and rips into you, mind, body and soul. It's like fire and ice at the same time, grasping to your skin and sinking, like claws, into your veins. There's a deep humming sound, a strange blue glow (the same as the one in the bottle) and you belatedly realise it's your chest. The markings being carved there without pause or mercy.
You scream until you're hoarse. You pass out a couple of times, hoping each time will bring death and peace. It never does, though, and soon your body is jolted out of it in intense agony all over again.
Robin is fortunate he's pulled out now. This would have gone on for hours. Now, though, he's back in the room, and the wolf is pacing agitatedly across the floor, growling. ]
TW: everything
"----surprised he's still standing. Can't even---"
[A deeper mumble. Different.]
"----gives me the spooks. Like a blighted animal, he bit---"
"---supposed to be the point, I think----"
[Another voice cuts in. This one is clear as a bell, and everything sharpens a touch in response to hearing it. Absolute obedience. Your master's voice. ]
"Have we quite finished? We have to continue."
[They mumble assent, and his face appears in front of yours for a moment. There's no concern there, he gives a smirk, possessive and proud and with just an undercurrent of lust. If you don't die tonight, you'll be expected in his bedchamber. He'll want to use you tonight.
The thought doesn't come with any fear or disgust, just a dull-minded acknowledgement. It's what's expected of you. You don't think much of anything after that though, because the process continues and suddenly all you can feel is AGONY. It's blinding and tearing and rips into you, mind, body and soul. It's like fire and ice at the same time, grasping to your skin and sinking, like claws, into your veins. There's a deep humming sound, a strange blue glow (the same as the one in the bottle) and you belatedly realise it's your chest. The markings being carved there without pause or mercy.
You scream until you're hoarse. You pass out a couple of times, hoping each time will bring death and peace. It never does, though, and soon your body is jolted out of it in intense agony all over again.
Robin is fortunate he's pulled out now. This would have gone on for hours. Now, though, he's back in the room, and the wolf is pacing agitatedly across the floor, growling. ]