Right now it feels like we're bleeding
So deep that we might not get back up
Our words will tear through the surface
Like a paper, like a papercut
Right now I don't know why I love you
But by the morning when we wake up
I'll reach for you and remember
It was just a paper, just a papercut
Papercut | Zedd (ft Troye Sivan)
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Warnings! Just in case you didn't read the authors note at the end of the last chapter, this chapter contains sex.
Said sex involves hints of BDSM and a lot of sadomasochism, if you ain't into that and feel like it would trigger you for any reason then please do not read. For further info see the following list of things involved: (do not read if you aren't bothered by it, better to not spoil it yeah?)
Handcuffs, hot wax, choking, improper preparation for preparation.
This chapter also involves graphic depictions of violence at the start, things are starting to get messy. Lines are blurring. Morality who?
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Phil hadn't gone back to Armitage and the CIA after his run in with Fate - a heavy feeling inside of him kept him from going back, so he spent the night in a nearby hotel, knowing he couldn't go back to his home either.
Somehow he had managed to get a room and a key all without giving his name or card details.
He had simply walked in, thought about being given a room, and he was given it. He had booked it first thing in the morning, scared someone would discover him, and spent the rest of the day wandering the streets aimlessly.
He felt wrong, like something had happened over night that he couldn't place.
Phil pauses on the street, feeling eyes on him. He turns around slowly, and sees Fate waving at him from across the road - just like how they had first encountered each other the day before, Phil frowns and steps out onto the road towards her.
She smiles, then vanishes into thin air. Phil stops in his tracks, and it's a good thing too because, not a millisecond later, a van pulls up where he would have been had he kept walking. Phil jumps backwards to avoid being hit by the wing mirrors, and he jumps straight into the arms of another person.
Phil struggles as he is forced into the back of the van - people around them scream and run away from the altercation, some step forwards as if to help, but before they can even get close the van doors are closing and the van is taking off.
Phil's eyes have yet to adjust to the darkness and he flails, his arms are caught in another's hands and he feels strong circles of cold metal enclosing around his wrists. Handcuffs.
"What is this?" Phil shouts, kicking out with his legs, proud of himself when he hears a familiar pained grunt.
"You thought you could just run away like that?"
Armitage. Of course.
A light flicks on and Phil scowls at the man in front of him.
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