A Sunday Rosebud
Written for ba_rosebuds
Prompt: Chains
Setting: Wishverse
He no longer felt the cold steel of the manacles around his wrists. He no longer felt the sting of the holy water, or red, hot pain of the matches. He had ceased to wonder how or why things had turned out this way, why she never showed up, why he had failed.
He had concluded long ago ( Read more... )
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