Peter took both their hands before he closed his eyes tightly. He was very good at centering and focusing his thoughts, having been trained by so many years in the clergy. It was no trouble to center in on the horrible vision he had had not two hours ago.
It felt a little like falling at first, and then there it was. Flashes of those disgusting images playing out in front of him again, like someone had hit rewind on his brain.
Danny sat at the foot of a bed, curled in on himself. His leg was chained to one of the posts and he clearly couldn't get away. He looked thin and pale, and there was a long gash on his left cheek. His hands and feet were bandaged, though there was no explanation as to why. Only Danny, chained and crying-
-Greg's fingers laced themselves in Danny's hair as he pressed the younger boy into the mattress and Danny cried out-
-Danny was being shoved towards a black chest and immediately he started to scream. "No! No, don't put me back in there!" Greg, however, was unyielding and Danny was pushed unceremoniously into the chest. "NO! Stop! I'll be good, please! Please don't lock me in!" As the lid of the chest was closed and locked, marks that were clearly made by fingernails scratching against it could be seen-
There was more, but Peter's breath became shallow and he tried so hard to slow it all down. There had to be some detail somewhere they could use to find the poor boy.
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Date: 2014-07-27 02:42 am (UTC)From:It felt a little like falling at first, and then there it was. Flashes of those disgusting images playing out in front of him again, like someone had hit rewind on his brain.
Danny sat at the foot of a bed, curled in on himself. His leg was chained to one of the posts and he clearly couldn't get away. He looked thin and pale, and there was a long gash on his left cheek. His hands and feet were bandaged, though there was no explanation as to why. Only Danny, chained and crying-
-Greg's fingers laced themselves in Danny's hair as he pressed the younger boy into the mattress and Danny cried out-
-Danny was being shoved towards a black chest and immediately he started to scream. "No! No, don't put me back in there!" Greg, however, was unyielding and Danny was pushed unceremoniously into the chest. "NO! Stop! I'll be good, please! Please don't lock me in!" As the lid of the chest was closed and locked, marks that were clearly made by fingernails scratching against it could be seen-
There was more, but Peter's breath became shallow and he tried so hard to slow it all down. There had to be some detail somewhere they could use to find the poor boy.