He's trying to force himself to come down, trying to regain some semblance of fight, or of anything. Billy is wiping his way his tears like this was just some fucked up BDSM shit and not kidnapping, and Mike realizes hollowly that he barely has enough energy to continue to shake.
The room--it had stopped being hot, slowly cooling down, and as Mike got his hands free from the bar he immediately moved them on his jaw, mimicking the manner of Colin's movements for massaging. Fuck. This whole thing... He's been advised not to talk but Mike tries to anyway, voice hoarse as the other begins unfastening the cuffs around his ankles. He barely registers it.
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Date: 2015-08-10 11:18 am (UTC)The room--it had stopped being hot, slowly cooling down, and as Mike got his hands free from the bar he immediately moved them on his jaw, mimicking the manner of Colin's movements for massaging. Fuck. This whole thing... He's been advised not to talk but Mike tries to anyway, voice hoarse as the other begins unfastening the cuffs around his ankles. He barely registers it.
"What's happening?"