#possible trigger warning
…What in the audacity?
people used to do this at the laundromat I went to, and I would be as “polite” as possible, but make SURE they were the ones who walked away embarrassed (and I wasn’t worried about doing this myself, but DANG, the actual fear it can shock a person into feeling, when a total stranger comes up to verbally throw this at you, and you worry that any moment their fake sweetness will vanish, because what they really want is to hurt you somehow)
“Do it.” The captor takes a step back, clearly not expecting the captured to act so boldly. They laugh, pulling the gun out of the captured’s mouth and moving away.
“I’ll deal with you later. HE wants to see you anyways.” The captor walks away, the guards slamming the cell door shut as he leaves.
Inside the room, the captured sighs heavily, slumping as much as their restraints would allow as they let their tears free fall. Their ribs ache horribly and there’s this rattling sound whenever they take a breath, that leaves even breathing a challenge. They’re topless, hanging from chains bolted to the ceiling, and their bare feet can’t touch the ground.
They can’t seem to stop the tears from streaming down their cheeks as they whimper. It had to have been at least a day or two since they were captured, their head still pounded from where they were knocked unconscious by the butt of someone’s riffle.
They can hear the droplets of blood drip onto the grey floorboards beneath them, as their nail-less fingers continue to bleed. There’s something almost pathetic about being suspended in the air, a bruised and bloody mess, as you wait for a not-so-merciful death.
They weren’t the type to surrender easily, but they were freezing, everything hurt and they couldn’t see much past all the muck and dried blood surrounding their eyes. They knew some sort of knife had sliced their left side, they could feel warmth pour down to their leg, but there wasn’t much else.
They sigh once more, closing their eyes and tuning the world out. They think back to their time on Aerdione, their feet sinking into the warm, golden sand. The feeling of the ocean’s breeze cooling them as the hot sun beats down on them. They wondered if they would ever be able to swim in the ocean again. Feel the salt dry up their skin and run their thumb across the signs of cold on their wrinkled skin.
In an hour, they would be executed for a treason they didn’t commit. A plan to cover up the coup Westbridge had been planning since longer than they were ever a part of Kreeane. When they next zone into the room, they’ll be alerted to the loud clambering of armor as the guards tasked to watch them are relieved. They’ll hear the cell door open, angry guards hurrying inside with their spears at the ready.
In minutes their shackles will be removed and they’ll be free to walk on their own. Their shaky legs, no longer used to carrying their own weight, dropping them with every step they take. In seconds they’ll be hoisted up onto their feet again, a guard on each side, helping them walk, silently.
It won’t take long to reach their destination at the pace they’re going. When they finally arrive, they’ll be placed onto a table, guards strapping them down and duct taping their mouth shut.
It’ll take a moment for the sedative injected directly into their veins to take effect. They’ll barely be able to keep themselves awake, resorting to pressing against the bloody skin where nails are supposed to be, praying the pain will ground them. They’ll soon realize it hadn’t worked like they thought it would. It’ll take a second for them to deeply regret their decision to remain awake. They’ll find themselves screaming inside their mind as they helplessly watch as a man wearing a lab coat, uses a scalpel and begins cutting.
October is both Adhd Awareness Month AND LGBT History Month so if you’re both then prepare to be extremely powerful
And spoopy.
If you’re an LGBT, ADHD, Spoop, you are even MORE POWERFUL.
I don’t want to hear about all the people dying from something my mom does after I just spent a week in the hospital after surgery. Why can’t you all just be human fucking beings. Take people’s (especially your family’s) feelings into consideration.
