Bryn Marlowe Summers (brynmebase) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-12-07 18:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 12, character: bryn diggory, dead character: natasha vladmyre |
RP: Get on your knees and pray
Who: Bryn, Natasha
Where: Somewhere in Wales?
When: 7 December, 2024
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Bryn contemplates his situation
He didn't know how long he'd been there. His tormentor hadn't been back, other than at meal times, which was a good thing. At least he hoped it was. He wondered how his brother was doing. No doubt he'd be climbing the walls in worry by this point. Let alone be trying to carry out whatever orders he was being given by the twisted bitch that was keeping him here. He shuddered, curling up smaller, hugging his knees to his chest. He was far too tired to keep up his lynx form for any length of time now. Sleep just didn't come easily when you were in a cage. He tried not to be human when Natasha was in the room, terrified that she'd do what she did before again. A small whimper escaped him as he had an unwelcome flashback.
He couldn't think about that. He didn't want to. Ever. But his mind seemed to have other ideas and in the few moments he actually did manage to sleep, he'd relive every detail. The words she'd whispered, the way it had felt. He flinched against the thoughts, shifting slightly only to scrape the cut on his hip against one of the metal bars. That was another thing, he'd have a scar probably from the wound Natasha had inflicted, even if one day he did manage to block out what had happened, that would be there as a physical reminder. So his shame would be there for all to see, forever. Unless of course she killed him.
Hearing a noise outside he tried to transform, but found he couldn't. He just didn't have the energy. Eying the door warily, he backed up into the far corner of his cage, hugging his knees tight. A twist of fear made his stomach unsteady and panic raced his pulse as he waited for whatever would come next.