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CW: manhandling, grief, reference to past trauma
Jinn’s feet hurt but he kept walking. Jagged shadows followed him and he couldn’t stop looking back every few steps. He kept himself close to the side of the road, hoping they wouldn’t notice him and he felt so stupid and small. Shadows weren’t alive. They couldn’t move on their own.
Until they did, a small voice in his mind insisted.
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CW: captivity, manhandling, drowning
The water in the bucket shimmered black. Oryn dropped to a crouch and touched the surface of the water with his fingertips, as if he wanted to test the temperature.
The hair on Jinn’s neck started to prickle and an icy feeling of trepidation ran down his back as a terrible thought emerged in the back of his mind.
Tiny droplets fell back into the endless blackness, forming circles that grew and grew and grew. Jinn stared at them spreading out across the surface until they overlapped.
His hands were shaking, and he firmly pressed them against his stomach.
He’d never feared water before but right now he did.
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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.
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CW: captivity, failed escape attempt, manhandling
Oryn led Kell through the corridors, his fingers like iron around his arm. So firmly that it was undoubtedly going to leave bruises.
Kell’s stomach was in knots. He wanted to scream and run and hide. But he didn’t. He swallowed down his fears and thoughts and concentrated on his feet.
His feet were safe.
Everything further away not so much.
Oryn took a turn to the right and then, almost immediately, to the left.
Kell knew he couldn’t escape. He had squandered his only chance to escape. He couldn’t hope for another. It was over. He knew that. And still his heart couldn’t stop to hope.
The corridor divided into three but Oryn didn’t slow down and dragged him straight ahead.
He tried to remember the chipped paver he nearly tripped over. The reddish stone shaped like a triangle.
Remembering was a good way to keep his mind busy; to distract himself from whatever was waiting for him at the end of these corridors.
Another left turn.
The stones floor was darker here. Somehow the air felt colder than it should. Kell shuddered and looked up.
CW: captivity, failed escape attempt, manhandling, threats, violence
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It was over. Kell knew it the second he saw Oryn’s eyes. There was something dark behind them. Something he had only seen once before. Panic rose in Kell’s chest and made itself a nest.
“How many times have I told you what would happen if you ever tried to run away?” Oryn’s voice was dangerously calm.
He slowly came closer, taking his time. “You knew the consequences, didn’t you?”
Oryn had nearly reached him.
“Answer me.”
He didn’t raise his voice. Still Kell couldn’t suppress a flinch. Finally he managed a small nod.
The silence was deafening. Kell didn't dare to move, while Oryn’s eyes pierced through him.
