"As I sit here... I always think of your feelings instead of my own..."
Ever covered yourself up with a blanket - blinding most of your skin to anyone in sight of you? It's almost like that... I've built a second skin like barrier covering my own allowing numbness to take over.
Yet... I can feel them... The rugged and sharply jagged nails cutting through that barrier and grapping my skin with an relentless snag around my nether-region.
No matter how numb I become... I've never felt the pain, yet I feel their grubby hands and flesh instead, wishes always come in halves.
The blindfold a solace, yet detriment - stopping me from seeing the bastard daring to grab me beneath my neck, or lay a finger on me at all. These many years have been without personal boundaries...
Not if, but when I get free. I won't know who to make pay tenfold... They always covered my eyes before beginning their own small fantasies as if I'm erotic some dancer from the red light district of Shizume City.
Their fantasies? Disgusting. I'm thankful for my sudden decrease in hearing... I never have to hear their groans, grunts and the constant 'what next?'. What is that trying to stimulate other than themselves?
Yet their hands and skin against mine is the source of my nightmares, the demented visions of blurred images that make the skin crawl, throat as dry as the desert and heart pounding with unquenched agony.
The only hands that should gave my skin is Mikoto's... and his alone. Yet my lack of strength and the cuffs around me restricting that.
Minutes pass before the hands slowly release me, allowing the barrier to re-join itself and cease the incoming pain, yet the sudden bumpiness of the vehicle doesn't go unnoticed - and my damaged hearing making the sudden commands sound foreign and distant talking.
Bowing my head, I keep it tucked low, ignoring the slight pressure on my kneecap. The murmurs and mutters getting even louder and the cry that echoes from my parched throat follows - non existent by the gag still restricting me.
My shoulder connecting with the metal ground of the container I'm concealed in, feeling like someone's dropped a tonne of bricks upon me. Have I dislocated it that easily? The vehicle stops - or comes to a forceful halt. The ground beneath me shifting as if someone is moving around roughly or the 'cargo' in which they stashed me in is being removed or shifted.
In the flurry of faded yells and distant screams, my blindfold, my curtain, my veil of solace slowly slides down off my nose, yet before I can see our location, I flutter my eyes closed and keep my breathing level.
We aren't there... Else they wouldn't be making a fuss...
Hands break the barrier suddenly - yet only two as I'm hauled off the ground. The sizzling pain suddenly striking through the numbness as I finally open my eyes half-way after the few moments of failing miserably.
The creaking of the vehicles' door murmurs so softly like the scattering of a rodent on the ground.
For the first time in years... The cold breeze that's gracing my skin through the broken barrier from the nightly chill, mixed with the warmth of my surroundings. My body doesn't wish too - doesn't wish to use energy. Yet I must. I must.
Open your eyes Ralasi... You must fight even if it means to just open your blinded eyes.
My eyes that are always heavy and a pain to keep functioning, seeing it.
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Missing Aura of HOMRA ( K Project - Mikoto Suoh x OC )
FanficHey, you! Yeah you! I've got a simple question for you, citizen of Shizume City. Ever been inside Homra? The old, English styled bar that always sparkles with cleanliness due to its insistent owner? Perhaps you haven't, but let me give you small...
