Here there be whump

Why do you reject serenity? When you need only to accept the sacred gift? like... she did

Restraints

↳ drugging

Charlie Hunnam in  King Arthur: Legend of the Sword

• Of pushing against hands holding them down, desperate and too little too late
• Of thrashing in restraints that keep them in place, bruising limbs on unforgiving metal and feeling more stuck when nothing gives
• Wriggling and pulling as ropes are ruthlessly tightened, never gaining an inch
• Desperately trying to hold their mouth shut to prevent a gag being pushed inside, failing and going wide eyed as their sounds are muffled from within
• To flinch away from an unwanted touch and find there's nowhere to go
• Or to hold that flinch in when that only makes things worse, muscles trembling as they try and lock them into place
• To retain consciousness when darkness is calling, eyelids fluttering and head dropping, yerking awake at intervals
• To heave themselves off the floor when it's demanded, inch by tortured inch
• To drag their tired limbs into a sprint when danger draws nearer, sluggish and too slow
• To remember where they are when confusion sets in, to recall blearily what was important and what they need to do 
• To perform medical care on themselves when no-one else is there to do it, with shaking hands and gritted teeth
• To voice their needs and fears once safety is found, words stuck in their throat and lips trembling 
• To find normalcy after the event, jumping at every sound or mistrusting every show of affection
• The thrashing in bedsheets during nightmares, tangled up and caught in the throes of previous horrors