︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕.

⠀⠀. . . I think I found hell 、 I think I found something 。

[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕. @schismaetic]

@obsesade ︎⠀
he says, though he was just wild-guessing, “You wouldn’t be offering a free ride,” he paused, “What would you take from me?”
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕. @schismaetic]

@obsesade ︎⠀
He gulps his own saliva, thirst for freedom gets him ignoring the cold water in his grip. If he were to pick the trusted one among the predators in this den, he would’ve easily chosen him. His gaze softens, he puts down his defensive facade. “It’s not a free ticket,”
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕. @schismaetic]

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Although Ivan has been spending quite some time trapped close to this man, he never really knows him or whatever is on @obsesade’s mind.
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕. @schismaetic]

@obsesade ︎⠀
Ivan brings a half empty glass of water close to his face and stares at the man through it. “Yeah?” he says, “It’s like a lion inviting the prey to its lair,” he then slightly shakes it. He frowns, the man’s blurry face from his point of view resembles the present time.
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕. @schismaetic]

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He wouldn’t blame anyone but himself. “Indeed,” he mutters, “You did a great job, @obsesade.”
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕. @schismaetic]

@obsesade ︎⠀
One painful truth he wouldn’t need a reminder for. He then retracts himself immediately, resting his barefoot on the floor. The world suddenly feels a little too big for an adult like him. He frowns, gets carried away in that endless stream of the loneliness terror.
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕. @schismaetic]

@obsesade ︎⠀
It’s true, and he can only think of a few shameful possible answers for that question. “Because I tried to run,” he nonchalantly answers while acting like a lifeless mannequin. “Satisfied?”
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕. @schismaetic]

@obsesade ︎⠀
His back finally finds comfort in leaning to the backrest, knowing the slight excitement of expecting a knife or scissors to get rid of the rope has just passed for a mere few seconds. “Is this an infinite guessing game? You knew the answer already.”
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕. @schismaetic]

@obsesade ︎⠀
He just remains still, eyes staring at how Adham’s hands chose to reach out to that box instead. “Do you really need the answer?” asked him. Adham probably had the answer already in his pocket even beforehand. He hates rhetorical questions.
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕. @schismaetic]

@obsesade ︎⠀
He really wishes to get rid of it. He has no energy to complain, nor throwing his usual sarcastic comment on Adham’s bossy tone. Ivan sighs, maybe that man just wants to see, he obediently puts his ankle on his thigh. He now can clearly see how his toes even seem dirty.
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕. @schismaetic]

@obsesade ︎⠀
It doesn’t grip him too tight, it’s loose enough that he could pretend it was one stupid ankle bracelet. But it left rashes on his skin, red and slightly itchy. How would he even explain the shame he has to bear whenever those eyes catch him in sight. “Yes,” he answers.
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕. @schismaetic]

@obsesade ︎⠀
Obviously. It happens every time. It’s no longer one hell of a murder attempt, it becomes a routine. Though he hasn’t yet found the pattern. He sits tight in his dining chair, as if he was invited to have a nice dinner without his left ankle tied. It started to sting.
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕. @schismaetic]

@obsesade ︎⠀
“Why do you think I’d trust your kind offer as if you weren’t trying to end me yesterday?” he answers, with both of his hands still folded on his chest.
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕. @schismaetic]

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he then mutters, “What are you saying,” it doesn’t sound like a question for @obsesade. It was one sentence of disbelief.
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕. @schismaetic]

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to keep his mouth shut, gritting his teeth so he wouldn’t worsen the situation with some useless bark, he knows it wouldn’t help much—judging from the man’s gaze. Though the gears in his brain might be malfunctioning, he remains calm, he tries to. His head is tilted up,
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕. @schismaetic]

@obsesade ︎⠀
something they didn’t know was wrong. His tongue nudges his inner cheek, and he tastes blood. He isn’t sure where it’s coming from. “What—why—did you—” his words hung on the tip of his tongue, seeing the taller man’s face makes him freeze. What does that mean?
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕. @schismaetic]

@obsesade ︎⠀
Ivan is flabbergasted, he remains silent as his sight gets slightly blurry, his cheek stings, his head feels dizzy. It happened in a split second, he didn’t see that coming. He turns to face the man, questions flood his mind like a child first experienced punishment of
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