Shade Boy ~prinxiety~

*19*

Logan's pov *trigger warning for the very end, implied rape/sexual assult*

It's dark. something is covering my eyes, and I can't see. Though, from the lack of light shining through what seems to be fabric, I'd hazard a guess that I wouldn't be able to see even if there was nothing blocking my vision. There's something keeping me here by my wrists, and pulling at my ankles. I'm not on the floor or the wall, I'm hanging in the air. I don't know what happened, or how I got here, wherever here is. Everything was normal in the commons and then... it wasn't. How long have I been here? It already seems like forever already, even though it's only been a few moments since I woke up.

I shake my head, and the blindfold - which was just a cheap piece of fabric - fell down to around my neck. I did, however, get a nasty shock in my neck while moving. To my surprise, I am able to see. There is light. Not a lot, but it is there. I look down at myself. My usual outfit, covered in dust, drenched in cold sweat. I'm sure to most people I would look untouched other than my greasy, purple hair. But take a closer glance and you'd notice the rips in my jeans, the cut up knees. Not only that, but there was a blue light. But not like a light bulb, not a radiating light. More like a glow stick, but.. around my wrists and ankles.

trying to shake my arms hoping be get free of the glowing shackles, or at least move, I instead get a nasty shock. It hurt. I cry out into the darkness, flinching violently and getting shocked again. Tears have definitely started making their way down my face by now. My voice is so quiet, so echoed, like I'm in a long, long corridor, but... I can't see anything. Where am I? It doesn't help that I don't have my glasses.

I call out again and again, hoping.. praying that someone will hear. I yell for help, for the others, screaming and crying, acting like a child... And nobody replied.
I'm stuck.

But then I hear something. It isn't a lot. Just a quiet, distant, "hello?"
Of course I start screaming again, crying, begging for help, and I hear footsteps coming towards me,
maybe I'm saved, maybe I'll be ok! I thought.

As they got closer, I still couldn't seen them in the darkness. Then, suddenly, a blinding light. It shon right into my eyes, like an interrogation. It hurt, I tried to close my eyes, but something was stopping me. My voice wouldn't let me call out again; that too seemed to be stopped.

"Now, Logan..." the stranger said in a deep voice, chuckling darkly. I groaned at the light, and the headache slowly rising in my head, as apparently it was only words my voice refused to make, until.. the sound got caught in my throat. My breathing began to get heavy and fast very quickly. He was touching.. touching my..

"Beg."

//oof amiright goodness we're actually getting to the p l o t after like 2 years of writing this fucking thing.