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[forourqueen]

When; January 4th, evening
Rating; R for zombieness
Characters; Asshole rogue (forourqueen) and lady in distress (misterblackbird)
Summary; Gabriel has had enough of the ticking. His solution? Kidnap some company.
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[misterblackbird]

Cain endures it as best he's able, but he can't help crying out at least once (twice? three times?) in surprise and pain as he's thrown around, knocked aside, kicked, and battered. He'll hold his tongue when he can, but when he's left dizzy and beaten and feeling as though he's falling through space itself, he can't help himself.

In the momentary stillness as Gabriel retrieves his daggers, he tries to keep still and quiet again--no sound but his ragged and slightly desperate breathing--

--which catches suddenly in his throat as the dagger is pressed there with its threat to stop that breathing permanently. He still says nothing. What is there to say? But he's shaking now, all that boldness well beaten out of him for the time being, and now bruises are beginning to bloom across his skin. No, he understands now: he can't be brash or careless. If he must be 'useful' for the duration, he will be useful. His mouth moves almost imperceptibly as though to speak, but it's a movement and not a sound. He dares a gasp for breath but nothing more.