Aidan William Stark ♚ Menelaus (avaliantman) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-10-30 22:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !event #022, !mini-log, menelaus |
forty-three.
He didn't know the end result of the plan. All Menelaus could recall was being grabbed and having to fight off that individual. It had then been followed up by by more attacking him, grabbing at him to subdue him until someone got it in their head to plunge a syringe into his arm.
When he next work, someone had changed his clothes, had strapped him down in a dark room. He wasn't alone, he could hear the whispers outside his door and his thoughts fled to the need to get out of there. He'd read about these places, he didn't need an experience to go with it. But try as he might, the leather straps would not give.
A flood of light was accompanied with the door opening and he grew still, teeth clenched and eyes hard. Whatever was going to happen next, he knew he wasn't going to enjoy it but he'd be damned if he let that show.