Laurent part three
“Sign here Mr. Irving.”
Laurent knows his hand is shaking as he takes the pen, but there’s nothing he can do to stop it. The tremors started a while back and try as he might, there’s no controlling them.
He stares at the blank strip on the document where his name is supposed to go. Across the table, Arlo Locke looks on impatiently. Laurent knows Marshal is somewhere, he’s never far, ready to pounce with some new punishment should Laurent step out of his little box of what he’s supposed to do. Laurent can’t seem to find the lines to stay in however, they always seem to be changing on Locke and Marshal’s whims. There’s no stability, no schedule or structure anymore. Laurent feels like he’s constantly spiraling out of control. The only consistent thing is the pain that will follow a mistake.
He doesn’t know how long it’s been since he was taken. Time is useless to him, he has no way to tell the days anymore. Hours stretch into days- or so he can only assume. His refusal to agree to sign his company- and subsequently his life- away to Arlo Locke… had not been taken well. Locke is not a patient man and Marshal a trigger-happy one.
It had taken him a while to recover from the blind and deaf treatment. He wasn’t sure how long they left him like that. It was disorienting and panic-inducing, exactly the way they intended it to be. Marshal had been the one to take them off and release him from his bonds, and Laurent regretfully remembers how he had collapsed, shaking and dry sobbing into his waiting arms.
