Oswald’s slimy-red teeth are jammed tight around the gag, and he jerks his face away from the hands reaching for him, hanging his head. Something inside him won’t let go, or forgot how. But those fingers keep pulling and prying. Teasing a ragged strip of his own pant leg from his mouth with impossible patience. He hears himself gasp for air as it falls away. Hears himself straining to breathe through his gummed up nostrils, still fighting to live, not knowing any better.
The ropes slip off him and his body pitches forward. He throws his hands out to break his fall, feeling that jolt of pain to his teeth. Lights pop behind his eyes, dizziness roaring through him. It hurts. Everything hurts. Fresh tears leak from the corners of his eyes, dripping acid into the open wounds in his face, his split lip. Sides heaving, he struggles to climb to his feet before he even understands where he’ll go, what he’ll do next. No plan. Nothing. Only mindless animal instinct driving him forward, onward, determined to survive at any cost. But his body is failing. Muscles shudder under him, rubbery-weak from abuse – and with a fierce stab of pain just above his heel comes a sensation of flesh peeling away from flesh. The ugly shock of it makes his knee give way, and he drops back on all fours.
A naked, shivering wreck at the heart of City Hall.
He stares at the floor in a daze, here and not here.
He stares at the bands of skinned meat around his wrists. Then at the splinter of too-white bone peeking out the stump of a finger – and feels his eye go wide. He remembers the blade sinking into him, the cruel, easy snap under its edge, as if she were doing nothing more than cutting a carrot. But seeing it makes it real. Seeing it turns his stomach and pushes a burning, bitter taste into his mouth. He makes a noise high in his throat, an anxious mewl, his breath coming faster, faster.]
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achilles tendon on his good side was severed
Date: 2024-07-28 03:33 pm (UTC)Oswald’s slimy-red teeth are jammed tight around the gag, and he jerks his face away from the hands reaching for him, hanging his head. Something inside him won’t let go, or forgot how. But those fingers keep pulling and prying. Teasing a ragged strip of his own pant leg from his mouth with impossible patience. He hears himself gasp for air as it falls away. Hears himself straining to breathe through his gummed up nostrils, still fighting to live, not knowing any better.
The ropes slip off him and his body pitches forward. He throws his hands out to break his fall, feeling that jolt of pain to his teeth. Lights pop behind his eyes, dizziness roaring through him. It hurts. Everything hurts. Fresh tears leak from the corners of his eyes, dripping acid into the open wounds in his face, his split lip. Sides heaving, he struggles to climb to his feet before he even understands where he’ll go, what he’ll do next. No plan. Nothing. Only mindless animal instinct driving him forward, onward, determined to survive at any cost. But his body is failing. Muscles shudder under him, rubbery-weak from abuse – and with a fierce stab of pain just above his heel comes a sensation of flesh peeling away from flesh. The ugly shock of it makes his knee give way, and he drops back on all fours.
A naked, shivering wreck at the heart of City Hall.
He stares at the floor in a daze, here and not here.
He stares at the bands of skinned meat around his wrists. Then at the splinter of too-white bone peeking out the stump of a finger – and feels his eye go wide. He remembers the blade sinking into him, the cruel, easy snap under its edge, as if she were doing nothing more than cutting a carrot. But seeing it makes it real. Seeing it turns his stomach and pushes a burning, bitter taste into his mouth. He makes a noise high in his throat, an anxious mewl, his breath coming faster, faster.]