Ἕκτωρ ♚ Vincent King (armystrong) wrote in forgotten_gods, |
Somewhere inside of Hector's chest, concern rose up, feeling too much like queasiness. He hardly felt trapped, despite being trapped, knowing that he could easily overpower Helen and rip the door open again. But he couldn't -- not when she was like this. And certainly not after picking her up from the police station, where she'd been brought after clearly being either violated or taken, or something of a horrible nature.
He straightened, less burdened by distress for his own well-being than he was for seeing her act this way, when less than half an hour ago, she'd been found naked in the middle of the night. What else could that have implied? Hector didn't want to ask; he already assumed the worse, and it was only making him more concerned by the minute, memories of their time together quickly flying from his thoughts.
"That is the question I should be asking you, Helen," he quietly reminded her, not daring to look away.