Deep Breath//Drown

I wrote this as a (belated) birthday present to my lovelyyy friend @mascwhump! All characters belong to him-- go read his shit ;)

CW: noncon, noncon drugging, aphrodisiac, forced to watch (yes I did it again...), restraints, needles, light burning, waterboarding, thoughts of dying, knives, branding, wound tending

Charlie awoke suddenly out of a dream by the sound of loud pounding at the front door. He sat up, groggily rubbing his eyes and blindly searching with his other hand for his phone lost in the mound of blankets. 

When he finally managed to find it, he clicked the power, squinting at the brightness of his lock screen. The time read 3:04 in the morning, and he threw his head back with a groan; it was going to take forever for him to fall back asleep…

He was in the base alone for the week; they had been given a vacation of sorts, and everyone else had gone home. Adrian had even gone back to Glasgow, but Charlie had just decided to stay in London and was keeping up with the house by himself.

The sound of banging on the door startled him again.