Child's Play

Alaire jumps in his spot on the floor upon hearing a voice. Only his movement hurts, chains around his neck prohibiting him from moving about to much. Not only that, but there were chains about his wrists and ankled as well. They bound him in a way that forced him to stay in a sitting position unless he were to lie on the floor. Different coloured bruises were cast upon normally pale skin, different shades of red and purple scattered about his body.

“A-Amaimon..?” He questions, not having expected to see the demon. Bakeneko was surprised, having difficulty believing Amaimon was actually standing before him. Surely he’d lost his mind. Alaire had been there for weeks, after all. And from the looks of it his captor had grown bored of him as he hadn’t seen them in several days now. “Is that.. Really you..?”

Alaire jumps in his spot on the floor upon hearing a voice. Only his movement hurts, chains around his neck prohibiting him from moving about to much. Not only that, but there were chains about his wrists and ankled as well. They bound him in a way that forced him to stay in a sitting position unless he were to lie on the floor. Different coloured bruises were cast upon normally pale skin, different shades of red and purple scattered about his body.

“A-Amaimon..?” He questions, not having expected to see the demon. Bakeneko was surprised, having difficulty believing Amaimon was actually standing before him. Surely he’d lost his mind. Alaire had been there for weeks, after all. And from the looks of it his captor had grown bored of him as he hadn’t seen them in several days now. “Is that.. Really you..?”

“Did I know what..?” Alaire questions, confused.