For Jakob

24: just jakob

T W E N T Y - F O U R

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TW; take care of yourself

Jakob's POV

I couldn't feel any restraints on my body but I couldn't move.

I tried to free my wrists from the invisible ropes, my body feeling heavier than it had ever felt.

Why couldn't I move?

A vice-like grip had hold of my body.

My heart pounded too fast.

I opened my mouth but no sound came out.

I was afraid.

A hand crawled up my chest.

The feeling made me want to heave.

But I didn't have the energy.

I couldn't do anything but open my mouth and try to speak.

My tongue felt heavy, the inside of my mouth dry.

I couldn't breathe.

A strangled groan left my throat.

The hand gripped tighter, the claws sinking into my skin.

"Quiet," it hissed, "Stay quiet."

I didn't want to.

I wanted to scream.

I didn't want this.

"Stay still," the words, that sickly syrupy voice, I wished I knew how long it would haunt me for.

"I've wanted you for so long," it was like nails scratching across a chalkboard.

It was like impending doom.

"N-No," why couldn't I speak?

The voice tsked, "Men don't cry Jakob. Be quiet."

I wanted to shout that I was no man.

I was just a boy.

Barely a boy.

The cold hand wrapped around my throat.

The knife glinted in the sun.

And then it was in me.

I felt a trickle of blood.

A throb of pain.

"S-Stop-"

As though the room was lit on fire, I felt anger rise.

Only it wasn't me.

I couldn't feel.

"I told you to stop. I told you to be quiet," the voice screeched.

The weight shifted.

The room spun.

"I told you to listen," the voice moved around the room, "You didn't listen. Someone has to pay for your defiance," the voice stopped.

The room came into focus.

When I had thought my heart could take no more, that the pain and fear was too much, I had been naïve.

For the sight in front of me paralyzed my body in a way that it had never been before.