𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖-𝕞𝕖-𝕟𝕠𝕥-✞☹༄

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Sage must have been struck.
the back of his head throbbed. His head felt heavy. Weighing his shoulder.

He had blood matted to his hair,

"Hahah- - sa-gee. Awake finally-? You've slept the day away-!"

A voice all too cheerful called. He winced at how familiar this voice was.

" seems traitors don't sleep at night, you were exhausted-!"

That damned voice exclaimed, they stepped into Sages view.

Before he could even try to leap off the ground- hands grabbed him. From behind.

He must not have realized the two men behind him in the shadows, were real- and not him going mad.

" if you fight your only going to hurt yourself." One of the men growled, in a gruff statement, his voice was thick, he hauled sage to his feet.

He ordered that the other holds him still.

The gruff man grabbed a bottle, pressing it against sages unwilling lips.

" Jacob's- remember we can't drown this one." Said the cruel one he had once called friend.

The other man squished sage tighter to his chest, stealing air.

Suddenly breathing was a chore.

Jacobs finally forced that dreadful liquor down-

it seemed to flood his throat.
Burning it's way down to his stomach.

He was already woozy.

He couldn't talk his mouth felt full of cotton.

He couldn't see- too many tears in the way. Too blurry.

" ready for more-??" Jacob teased, shoving yet another bottle past his trembling lips.

Alcohol poured down his throat. Eyes squeezed shut in pain.

He couldn't even scream.

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