S.O.S
An invisible hand clasps over the man mouth; an equally ghostly hypodermic of adrenaline pierces his heart, unloading in an instant. He felt his ribs heaving as if bound by ropes, straining to inflate his lungs. His head was a carousel of fears spinning out of control, each one pushing his mind into blackness. He wanted to run; he needed to freeze. He needed for his Master to ground him the only pain that he understood, the only way that had worked for him and kept working; he needed the pain. Sounds that were near felt far away, like he was no longer in the body that lied paralyzed in the desert... He had to do something, something tomake Ramses understand that he needed help, that he needed to feel each blow mentally and physically because right now, right now he was into a full blow panic attack. He loathed it, loathed to be left alone and he just discovered it. He did not know what to do, never once had he left Ramses side and now, now he was a sobbing pathetic mess on the ground, embarrassing his Master. He needed to pull himself together. He had to, therefore two paws started to push at the ground only to fall again and he felt every fiber of strenght leaving his body once Ramses removes a whitered rose and his sobs intensified, they were silent, however crystal drops dripped from underneath the roses, staining his silk tendrils of fur. |
