The tide is brave, but always retreats

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CW: captivity, manhandling, forced to perform, dissociation

“Again!”

Jinn flinched at the force of that single word. 

The large room was nearly silent. The five singers stood motionless. Waiting for the catastrophe that started to break in like a flood through a dyke. 

They were all well accustomed to Oryn’s habits and they knew it wouldn’t take much longer until someone would bleed. 

And apparently today that someone would be Jinn. 

Tiny little miracle

I am back!! Thank you all for your patience <3 I’ve been aching to finally post this ... well I think Kell’s been aching too.

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CW: captivity, failed escape attempt, manhandling, threats, torture, stress positions, dissociation, creepy whumper

Kell’s muscles screamed as he shifted his arms, trying to find a more comfortable position. His hands had long gone numb, the rope biting into his wrists, cutting off the circulation.

It felt like an eternity since Oryn had left him down here.

Time tickled by and what had started as an uncomfortable position had soon become excruciating. His muscles felt like they were on fire. Pain throbbed through his body in waves.

And every time Kell thought he couldn’t bear it anymore it got a little worse. 

He wished he could just pass out. But his body didn’t even allow him the small mercy of unconsciousness. 

His head felt too heavy to hold up anymore, his neck too weak to support it. 

All he could do was wait and endure. Wait for Oryn to come back, to hurt him, to do whatever he wanted to do with him. And there was nothing nothing Kell could do to prevent it. 

Not good enough

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I’m Having Soul Pains | “Just breathe”

CW: Captivity, forced to perform, cursing, dissociation, panic, violence (implied/mentioned), Robin being mean

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Kell wasn’t good enough tonight. He knew it.

The thought was like a splinter in his mind. Twisting and turning. And the more he tried to get rid of it, the deeper it lodged.

He had screwed up. Or rather he was screwing up at that very moment.

Either way it was too late to change anything.

He had to keep going. He had to stand still and finish the song as if nothing was wrong. Even though everything in his mind told him to run and hide.

He could feel his voice shaking. He hoped no one would notice.

Oryn would notice. He always did. 

His stomach twisted at the thought of it. Panic rolled over him like a wave. His voice shook again.