"Follow me." He whispered, Tugging on Troye's arm as they made their way out of the private room.
Everything is fuzzy, Can barely stand up from his vision being so cloudy─He smiles widely. Letting him drag him to wherever he needs to.
Not even remembering what had just happened.
Not even knowing his name.
The tugging turns into pushing and he's being pushed into another room.
He falls to his knees, Hearing the door shut behind him.
Bad idea.
Troye gets pulled up by his curls, Whimpering once he felt a hand slip under his shirt. Too weak, Too dizzy to try and push it away. He starts to panic, Cause he actually can't move his arms. His breathing quickening. Blinking to try to clear his vision─To see what is happening. He can only feel. Soon the feeling turns into numbness, Only blaring at the light on the ceiling, And trying to scream.
Literally hearing the screaming but it's not coming out of his mouth.
Where is he again?
He was supposed to be going to get a nose piercing.
