Billy Helgren (billythriller) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-01-21 18:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 018, billy, oliver |
Who: Billy and Oliver
Where: Electric Avenue Out in the streets
When: Early morning
It was really warm for some reason, warm and solid. There was a permeating sense of wrong seeping into his lucid sleep, and it was enough to drive Billy that last inch into full wakefulness. Before anything else could register in his mind, his brain picked up on arms. There were arms wrapped around him. He wasn't in his room. Somebody's arms were around him. There was a flat, hard chest against his back, and the limbs encircling him were as thick as his own. Billy's entire frame tensed up with panic. There was another person snugly fitted against his back and he could feel some--
"FU--FUCK! SHIT FUCKING HELL. FUCK." Billy lost all semblance of rationality as his arms went on their own mission of trying to toss off whoever was holding him. His words devolved into a stream of half-roared, half-screamed obscenities. He hardly noticed the cuffs biting into his wrists as he proceeded to shutdown all of his higher brain functions in favor of unbridled anger.
He tried to roll away, but it just made the situation worse because whoever was behind him was bigger than him and just ended up sprawled across his back with Billy on his stomach. Billy wasn't sure what happened after that, because he simply blacked out with rage. The curse-strewn yelling became almost incomprehensible as all of his limbs went completely nuts.