The more time that passed, the more distressed Aomine became. There was something wrong with him; there was something wrong with all of this. His expression changed from exhausted and satisfied to alert and terrified, and he began to twist on the bed again, shame and denial in every line of his body, and more so when he was exposed to the air.
Naked, still. Trapped, still. And he had -
"No. No no no, let me go, what the fuck--"
The panic was coming back. All the fear. He was most certainly going to kick if she undid his restraints, already tense, already heaving against the straps, yelling.
"Let me--"
His ears popped.
"--go!!"
He heaved, rolled, and crashed to the floor, dust and dried leaves flying up against his body. A rat skittered away from him, out of sight, and the afternoon sunlight streamed in through dirty windows. His clothes were back on, though the familiar weight of his phone was still gone.
Around him, the ruins of the hospital were silent.
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Date: 2015-10-11 06:09 am (UTC)Naked, still. Trapped, still. And he had -
"No. No no no, let me go, what the fuck--"
The panic was coming back. All the fear. He was most certainly going to kick if she undid his restraints, already tense, already heaving against the straps, yelling.
"Let me--"
His ears popped.
"--go!!"
He heaved, rolled, and crashed to the floor, dust and dried leaves flying up against his body. A rat skittered away from him, out of sight, and the afternoon sunlight streamed in through dirty windows. His clothes were back on, though the familiar weight of his phone was still gone.
Around him, the ruins of the hospital were silent.