[Silco bolts to the opposite direction away from Richard, like a wounded animal trying to escape poacher's trap. That wasn't too far off from what had just now occurred between them in this room. Richard had caught Silco in trap, overpowered him, tied him down and cut him -- all just so that he could devour the man. Like a hunter would. No, like a beast.
The suffocated memory of the eyes hungry eyes looking down on him flashed in his mind, filling him with dreadful coldness as the panic flares in his stomach, twisting and turning. Richard had encountered those eyes several times in his life. They belonged to a beast wearing man's face, not seeing the person below them but the flesh they wanted to devour. Did Richard also posses those same eyes, was that what Silco had seen? A wolf in sheep's clothing. Had Henry also--
The entire world sinks down to this moment. The beat of the music and joyful drunken sounds from the downstairs ceased to exist as they did not belong inside the walls of the office. Richard could no longer to hear his own breathing nor feel the heart beat in his skin despite his entire body shaking from the panic induced adrenaline. In fact, the only thing he could feel was the ice in his veins.
One hand clutching on the fabric on his dress' front, trying to cover up any bare skin, while the other hand tightly gripped on the knife Richard kept his wide eyes locked on the couch and waited. Then, after a painful frozen eternity he saw the shadow shift and a distant voice called out for his name.
Richard swallowed air and took a hesitant step towards the voice, only to backtrack and return to the point zero.]
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cw: mention of past sexual trauma
Date: 2025-01-06 01:40 am (UTC)The suffocated memory of the eyes hungry eyes looking down on him flashed in his mind, filling him with dreadful coldness as the panic flares in his stomach, twisting and turning. Richard had encountered those eyes several times in his life. They belonged to a beast wearing man's face, not seeing the person below them but the flesh they wanted to devour. Did Richard also posses those same eyes, was that what Silco had seen? A wolf in sheep's clothing. Had Henry also--
The entire world sinks down to this moment. The beat of the music and joyful drunken sounds from the downstairs ceased to exist as they did not belong inside the walls of the office. Richard could no longer to hear his own breathing nor feel the heart beat in his skin despite his entire body shaking from the panic induced adrenaline. In fact, the only thing he could feel was the ice in his veins.
One hand clutching on the fabric on his dress' front, trying to cover up any bare skin, while the other hand tightly gripped on the knife Richard kept his wide eyes locked on the couch and waited. Then, after a painful frozen eternity he saw the shadow shift and a distant voice called out for his name.
Richard swallowed air and took a hesitant step towards the voice, only to backtrack and return to the point zero.]