Send “💉💉” to find my muse drugged and tied to a chair after being tortured and missing

Dark wasn't unaccustomed to being tortured. It wasn't any different from anything else he'd experienced, or even done himself. Or so thought. This lot was more skilled and knew what they were doing and it hurt.

The first thing they had done was stick needles in just the right spots so that his body couldn't move, so that when they actually started with the torture, he couldn't do anything about the pain he was feeling. Couldn't even get himself to scream. Couldn't do anything as he felt the prick of different needle, injecting something that he didn't quite see.

Then Koschei came and what they did didn't matter. He could feel the other hold him in a warm embrace, take out of the acupuncture needles and start to lead him out. Make promises that everything was over. It was sadly, just a moments reprieve. Because all he did was open his eyes and he was back in the same chamber, broken and bruised.

What he'd seen was an illusion, with no mental connection. The drugs must have done that too. He tried to reach out to his real husband but there was nothing. Nothing but silence. Just him and his captors.

So by the time Koschei found him, he was bruised and broken, there were wide open wounds that wouldn't heal. At the moment Dark could barely feel the brush of connection that came with being in the proximity of each other.

If the other were real, he would feel how much pain he was in and he didn't want that for him.