[ They flinch like he's run them through. He draws back immediately, looking apologetic. But that soon turns to a look of illness at the way that second mask shifts. He wants to be sick. He can't be sick.
Their threat puts a chill in him but it's only then that he notices how quiet it is.
Those people. They did this. They were cruel enough to put that mask on them, those bindings, the locks. Cruel enough to know this and yet still say You can take what you wish from the giver.
He can't speak. He's afraid but he doesn't know what he's more afraid of. He rises unsteadily to his feet. He reaches for the door, trying to see if he can open it up just a crack. ]
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Their threat puts a chill in him but it's only then that he notices how quiet it is.
Those people. They did this. They were cruel enough to put that mask on them, those bindings, the locks. Cruel enough to know this and yet still say You can take what you wish from the giver.
He can't speak. He's afraid but he doesn't know what he's more afraid of. He rises unsteadily to his feet. He reaches for the door, trying to see if he can open it up just a crack. ]