it never was easy; admitting he’d made some sort of mistake. nor was it when he found himself in a situation with-out an easy exit. maybe he’d made too many mistakes – trusting that people he paid would actually do as he said. maybe he’d over stretched his reach.
not that it mattered now. being trapped in a small room wasn’t comforting. nor did he enjoy being there in the first place, but that was what happened when you got caught. oh well – he’d find a way to get out of this one way or another.
talking would suffice, but would they truly listen? most likely not. no one ever did when it was really important. ——still, the blood on his hands ( not to mention jacket ) spoke for itself. there was doubt anyone would let him speak… let alone long enough so he could twist his words to the point they’d have no choice, but to let him out of this barbaric confinement
and yet his head lifted the moment after the noise of entry; such a delight as eyes narrowed in the direction of the doorway. seemed someone was finally coming into greet him or maybe check in to see if he was still alive.
“you know,” he said, trying to keep his voice as even as possible, “i’d have thought someone would have come in here sooner. maybe to offer me release from this.. confinement or maybe you’re here to make it longer – care to tell me if i’m getting close?”
// @siinfvl
Hellfirebound 