â w- well, i- i- iâm... iâm sorry, for... for giving you a fright...â  his voice shakes almost as much as his body, eyes not once moving from his feet, fear having almost consumed him whole at this point. he shouldâve known better than to leave camp. he shouldâve known... known that theyâd find him again, that theyâd make him suffer for betraying them. and suffer, he had. the bruises and blood on his face was nothing compared to the damage done to the rest of his body, hidden from sight underneath his clothes, yet the pain still evident on his face and how TENSE his body was, as if trying to shield himself from receiving any more torture, still having trouble believing that he had actually gotten away from it, that he was SAFE now...Â
he wouldâve called out to her to give her a warning that he was back. itâs not like he had wanted to sneak up on her like he had. but when he had tried calling out, heâd found that heâd already used up most of his voice. || @quitecontrary ||