too sweet, too evil

Bound

His eyes fluttered open to a room unfamiliar to him, everything was distorted and blurry. There was a bed under him he knew that much, it was soft, the silk sheets cool on his skin.

He sighed, it didn't take long for the pain to settle in. His head felt as if it was cracked open and every inch of him hurt.

The few things he could make out was a dimly lit crystal chandelier swinging slightly from the high intricate ceiling. The walls that surrounded him were a dark burgundy, with gold detailing on the wallpaper.

He was trying desperately to blink away the blurriness in his eyes, He turned his head trying to take in his surroundings, but there was a sharp pain around his neck pulling a groan from deep within him.

His body jerked, from the pain and he heard a faint rattling, it seemed distant, too hard to pinpoint with his head splitting like this.

His ears popped a loud ringing high pitch making the room spin. Another rattle but this time it was distorted. The faint noise sending a sharp pain through his head.

       FUCK this is bad- this is really bad-

Thick black curtains draped over the large victorian windows.

still, he can see small streams of filtered light, peaking in from where the fabric opened a bit. The light created small patches of color throughout the room.

He tried his best to focus on the patches of light, just so his head would stop spinning.

A couple of minutes passed before he tried to sit up. He couldn't help but notice the pulsating pain resonating from the base of his neck...

       Where am I?

He tries hard to remember anything from the night before, but things are fuzzy. It feels unreal as if he was suspended in a dream- a nightmare.

The throbbing was too much and the room began to spin again, his head seemed impossibly heavy. He groaned, turning over in the bed until he reached the edge, he tried to catch himself but he hit the hard floor, everything was sore.

       What in the hell.

The last thing he remembers is-

His body jerked going tense as if he were electrocuted, his body on full alert as if it had remembered before he did. With every movement, he ached but he heard the clanking again, clearer this time closer.

He attempted to sit again, a newfound tightness around his neck.

       No, No, No, NO, NO

the rattling of the chain startled him more than anything. With wide eyes, his hands moved to his neck.

       Last night I was on a hunt, on normal patrol...

Under his fingertips, he found the answer. smooth leather, a large steel buckle cool to the touch.

The buckle was elaborate, with small etchings he couldn't make out, hanging from the front was a D ring.

He scrambled, grabbing at the leather trying to map out the clasps with his hands. He gulped, it was tight but it didn't affect his breathing.

The first thing he needed to do was free himself. He desperately felt at the material, he could feel the strap tucked into metal keepers loops around the collar.

Towards the back of his neck, he found a small padlock, locking the collar closed. He yanked at the lock testing its strength. hoping maybe he would be lucky enough that it would open.