ย ย ย ย ย ย salt. it stains his lips, and it is relentless, seeking answers from his form that he cannot provide, dousing him with fresh humiliation with each strike. to be struck down by raw power, unharness, unwieldy, misdirected. each slow straggling beat of his heart lent new force to the dark rivulets pouring down his chest. at this moment, the force was no longer bent to his will, and he was not its master. the waves rise high and crash, and he is drowned in white foam.
ย ย ย ย ย ย the resuscitation is painful ; a quick death is not a mercy granted to him. the impetus to breathe breaks the stillness and the air is choked down sparingly into his lungs. it takes him a fraction longer to ascertain that restraints were not the only things that pinned him down. ah, the technique of those who feared the clarity of a clear mind. he drags his tongue across his teeth. salt.ย
ย ย ย ย ย the room is small and pitifully bare, and his gaze hasnโt yet trailed past the damp mold on the top wall to the medical equipment at his side to finally reach the man who stood beyond the pane of transparisteel.ย the man of the hour. the traitor.ย
ย ย ย ย ย his lips curl, teeth bared to the cold air, and the words fall from his lips with exaggerated clarity.ย ย โย this room.ย ย your resistance.ย ย ย ย ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.ย โย // @hedefectsโ
