[wam] 022. a violent whisper

Give in. Just relax, it will be over soon.

Tommy shut his eyes against the violent, silken whisper in the dark and fought not to scream. His body was beaten, his head was pounding, and his muscles were screaming even as his insides threatened to cave in on him. He’d woken up to darkness and pain, but as the minutes, seconds, weeks wore on in his head, he realized there was more attacking him than just a head injury stemming from a Bringer’s human servant.

The cuffs weighing his wrists down were forged by the Darkness. The leg irons, too. The only pair of cuffs not mystically made were the ones that ran through the chains binding him and securing him to the length of pipe just over his head.

He’d popped those cuffs without any trouble. Still, he couldn’t move.

It’s easy. Just lay down, close your eyes. It won’t hurt.

“Shut UP!!!” The scream tore through the darkness with a wail of desperation and pain that made it almost unrecognizable as his own voice. He was starting to believe the silky slide of shadows, gliding over his psyche and burning him almost physically. He couldn’t even focus on his restraints, couldn’t get past that veneer of banality and the deadly mundane. Shaking his wrist made his shackles jingle, running his fingers over them gave him a number, but it slid away in seconds and left him at a loss as to how to get free.

( The building he was in was abandoned. Empty. He was alone... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 612