back dated to loss of one sense event [closed to fadingsounds]

[badendstalker]

[So he's had enough of this particular Red trying to escape from him. So when Green woke up this morning he decided to go through with a foolproof plan of keeping Red bound to his bed. He had to bound him to the bed before going in to fetch his tools. Once they were all neatly placed, right where Red could seem them, of course, Green returns with

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[fadingsounds]

[ he's so weak. he's tired of spending every second day making a pathetic dash for freedom. the walls are closing in, boxing him in, caging him, stealing the breath from his lungs and making him dizzy with terror. this is worse than the rockets. he had more freedom with the rockets, they let him wander around the room. he's not sure how long he's been here, only that his limbs feel weak and his energy is waning.

he's asleep when green comes. the voice stirs him into an uncomfortable state of awareness. he blinks, turning his head to face his captor with a fiery glare. ]

[badendstalker]

[Green's chuckling as he sees the glare Red has. He reaches over to lovingly caress Red's cheek before gripping at it and glaring down at him.]

Now, Red. Don't give me that look. I'm doing this all for your benefit.

[fadingsounds]

[ that only succeeds in making red angrier. the dark haired youth doesn't move, doesn't react, the only sign is the hate clear in his eyes. ]

[badendstalker]

...good boy.

[Green moves to pat Red gently and having the nerve to place a peck to his forehead. Pulling away he'll move towards Red's leg, slowly rolling up the hem of Red's pants, before starting to move the needle close.]

You're going to feel a slight pinch, Red. But this is all to help make you comfortable.