[ Dream ] -£- 007
Warnings: Gruesome.
Effects: Panic and Nausea.
It was impossible to remember how long ago it had all started, but Ciel was certain it would never end. The floor was cold, hard, and dirty -- they lived in their own filth, cowering in cages at those masked villains looked in on them, smiled lighting devilish faces. The world blurred. Every time they came closer, it felt the same -- the panic rushing through his little body, stomach churning, as they picked one, or another, for some new means of 'ritual'. He'd been out there before, and he'd seen things he cared not to remember. But they were all he knew now, and so remember them he did.
Mother. Father he whimpered to himself, pulling his knees up, holding himself in the tightest ball he could manage, and all was dark. He shivered not with cold, but fear, as he felt that hot breath on his face, the hands around his arms, pulling.
no he mentally protested, and as they continued, his internal protest wrestled it's way from his throat. He kicked, as screamed, but there were too many of them, too many sickeningly sweet and 'soothing' voices, too many hands, dragging him across the floor. He was thin, and their finger left bruises, he knew they would, he'd had them before. But still he kicked, and flailed, and screamed. But he was so much weaker than all of them.
And then they held him down on the table. That stone slab in the center of the room, where they did all of those things. He heard a hiss, and for a moment, he dared to look.
Metal shouldn't be so brilliantly orange.
Panic rose within him so quickly that it tore screams from his raw throat. But it was all for nothing, The writhing and world-blurring panic, all of it coming down to focus on one single point. His flesh seared, and he cried, squirmed, tried to get away from the hot metal burning into his ribs. The world darkened, and reddened--
[Ciel bolted upright in his bed, still screaming the last of the breath from his lungs. The flailing sent the dreamberry flying across the room, where it collided with the wall. And then, all was static.]
Effects: Panic and Nausea.
It was impossible to remember how long ago it had all started, but Ciel was certain it would never end. The floor was cold, hard, and dirty -- they lived in their own filth, cowering in cages at those masked villains looked in on them, smiled lighting devilish faces. The world blurred. Every time they came closer, it felt the same -- the panic rushing through his little body, stomach churning, as they picked one, or another, for some new means of 'ritual'. He'd been out there before, and he'd seen things he cared not to remember. But they were all he knew now, and so remember them he did.
Mother. Father he whimpered to himself, pulling his knees up, holding himself in the tightest ball he could manage, and all was dark. He shivered not with cold, but fear, as he felt that hot breath on his face, the hands around his arms, pulling.
no he mentally protested, and as they continued, his internal protest wrestled it's way from his throat. He kicked, as screamed, but there were too many of them, too many sickeningly sweet and 'soothing' voices, too many hands, dragging him across the floor. He was thin, and their finger left bruises, he knew they would, he'd had them before. But still he kicked, and flailed, and screamed. But he was so much weaker than all of them.
And then they held him down on the table. That stone slab in the center of the room, where they did all of those things. He heard a hiss, and for a moment, he dared to look.
Metal shouldn't be so brilliantly orange.
Panic rose within him so quickly that it tore screams from his raw throat. But it was all for nothing, The writhing and world-blurring panic, all of it coming down to focus on one single point. His flesh seared, and he cried, squirmed, tried to get away from the hot metal burning into his ribs. The world darkened, and reddened--
[Ciel bolted upright in his bed, still screaming the last of the breath from his lungs. The flailing sent the dreamberry flying across the room, where it collided with the wall. And then, all was static.]