[ they don't get very far. tetora makes it to maybe five feet before the world warps and dissipates, walls and ceilings replaced by a deep black that suffocates - and then they're somewhere else entirely. again.
he's on his back, staring up at intricate whorls carved into the cornices of the room, when he hears the first slap. he hears it first before he hears the noises filtering through the walls, the rising and falling of moans and other wet sounds that make him want to hurl onto the floor. he's in the far corner of the room, far from her. and yet it's like he's right there with her, when the man draws back again for another swing.
tetora's moving before he realizes what he's doing. the backhand catches him sharp on the jaw. credit where credit's due: the guy has a strong swing, and tetora is sent sprawling on the carpeted floor with a nasty thud. it doesn't keep him from getting up, or from getting in the way of another swing.
if this is a dream - and he's starting to suspect it's a particularly livid one - then the pain won't stop until the mind is satisfied. he doesn't know the rules here; this isn't his mind. but he does know that he can take a lot more than the girl who's looking up at him with wide eyes, a red bruise starting to bloom high on her cheek. ]
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he's on his back, staring up at intricate whorls carved into the cornices of the room, when he hears the first slap. he hears it first before he hears the noises filtering through the walls, the rising and falling of moans and other wet sounds that make him want to hurl onto the floor. he's in the far corner of the room, far from her. and yet it's like he's right there with her, when the man draws back again for another swing.
tetora's moving before he realizes what he's doing. the backhand catches him sharp on the jaw. credit where credit's due: the guy has a strong swing, and tetora is sent sprawling on the carpeted floor with a nasty thud. it doesn't keep him from getting up, or from getting in the way of another swing.
if this is a dream - and he's starting to suspect it's a particularly livid one - then the pain won't stop until the mind is satisfied. he doesn't know the rules here; this isn't his mind. but he does know that he can take a lot more than the girl who's looking up at him with wide eyes, a red bruise starting to bloom high on her cheek. ]
Why aren't you running? Get away from here!