[ with a sudden reprieve from the knife cutting into him, his screams fade into noisy, shivery breaths. he hears them talking, but the despair that overtook him resonates louder. truer. no one's coming for you, it's saying. the only one who might care enough is will, and what can one over-the-hill blacksmith do against a group of people with mind-control magic? what can anyone do? nothing.
yet she orders tony to his feet. his naked body obeys with the faintest crease in his brow. blood wells and oozes from the slashes and symbols, streaks bright red down his forearms and palms, drips from his fingers.
she can control people with a vial and a thought, yet they're leaving here, and in a hurry, too. they're running. from what? whatever's happening outside? the guard called it something...a demon? ]
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yet she orders tony to his feet. his naked body obeys with the faintest crease in his brow. blood wells and oozes from the slashes and symbols, streaks bright red down his forearms and palms, drips from his fingers.
she can control people with a vial and a thought, yet they're leaving here, and in a hurry, too. they're running. from what? whatever's happening outside? the guard called it something...a demon? ]