#{kolya5}

A soft groan left Peter, hand coming up to press against his forehead. It felt like he had been hit by a truck, if he were being honest. The morning was barely peeking in, the sky a strange mix of blue and pink, and he couldn’t quite figure out his surroundings. Everything hurt, everything was a blur. The entire night before was dark. All he knew for sure was that it was early, that he was definitely naked, and that he was laying on grass.

Several startling realizations hit him at once. He was naked. He was outside. Worst of all, he couldn’t at all remember the night before. He jerked upright, wincing at the sudden action, but unable to focus on that as panic seized in his chest. Last night have been the full moon. He was outside of his own basement, which meant that he had gotten out. Everything else fell away as that realization hit the hardest. He had gotten free. The shackle around his ankle was still there, with the chain dangling uselessly from it. It hadn’t held. He had gotten free. 

Someone could be dead.

Several someone’s could be dead.

His vision blurred, breathing coming out more and more in pants as he looked down at himself, surveyed the damage. Bruises around his ribs, blood, cuts, bites. It was nothing new. It was nothing unusual. What was unusual was the surroundings. The panic was getting worse, he wasn’t sure how he was pulling in a single breath anymore, his hand coming up to claw at his throat, to try and clear his airway, as he gasped and choked, barely aware of the sound of footsteps, frantic ones?, approaching. Someone come to put him out of his misery? Someone come to take revenge? To gape at the poor, pathetic man who had lost control, possibly to the disadvantage of several people?

“S--so--sorry. I’m s-sorry. I didn’t mean-- I didn’t-- I didn--I...” He couldn’t complete a thought, he couldn’t even see who had approached, friend or foe, but he had the sense to double over, to try and gasp and pant his way through an apology as he continued to panic. “F---fuck I’m--- I--’m so--sorry. I’m so so--sorry. Fuck. I got--- I g--got out... I d--didn’t m-mean to.”