The unrelenting tension in his back, this spike of pain from his splinted leg, the agony of every step. His laboured breathing echoed in the air around him as he practically dragged his sword through the mud, occasionally using it as a cane to favour his wounded leg. He didn't know how, he didn't care where, he just knew he had to get away, before he came back! The power-hungry demon who had brutally beaten him, taking such perverse pleasure in his battered and dishevelled figure that Link was actually glad that things weren't worse. As many worse forms of torture flashed through his tormented mind, his erratic breathing trailed off in a cry of pain. His lips parted in a groan as his body froze when he had all his weight on his shattered leg. A blood-chilling chuckle echoed around the forest, erupting into maniacal laughter. He flinched subconsciously as that terrible face came into view. Ghirahim smirked and licked his lips, eyes twinkling in delight as he absorbed the defiance in Link's gaze. As the demon drew ever-closer, he could do nothing more than wait, hoping for an opportunity to strike. Still immobile, he gritted his teeth, watching his enemy stride confidently towards him.
As the pale figure reached him, his tongue shot forward at alarming speed, licking up the boy's cheek, then down his chin and neck. Link shuddered mentally, being unable to physically do so; or so he thought, until his enemy smirked at him, eyes dancing with an unknown emotion. "Well, sky child," he cooed. "I didn't realise I had such an effect on you. Maybe I should see if you can still run?" He raised his left hand above his head and snapped his fingers, and suddenly Link could move again. Not wasting a moment, he drew his sword and lunged, only to cut thin air. With a cry he stumbled and fell face first into the marsh, sword flying from his hand as he hit the mud with his hands and body. Groaning, he got slowly to his feet, only to realise that even the adrenaline coursing through his veins wasn't enough energy to support his weight, and he fell to his knees, gripping the fabric on his knees tightly as he scowled and tried to suppress the tears of the burning humiliation that he felt. His rage was amplified as the sound of his enemy's laughter reached his pointed ears. Glancing around quickly, he noticed his sword a few yards away from him. He leapt for it, falling short with yelp as he was plucked from the air by his ankle. A long, toned arm belonging to the tall individual was dangling the boy as the demon howled with laughter, his free hand clutching his stomach, before pretending to wipe away tears as his chortling slowly subsided. His entire face changed from one of amusement to one of… lust? Link gulped in discomfort, hoping desperately that his eyes were deceiving him, that what he thought he'd seen was merely a figment of his imagination. Ghirahim chuckled at the boy's distress, his mouth contorted into a wicked grin as his eyes glinted with unseen tortures.
Link tried to glare, but the fear was evident in his eyes and scent, for all he tried to hide it. Ghirahim chuckled, leaning his face close to the boy's and smirking. "I understand you trying to mask your fear for your integrity, but that doesn't mean you can hide it from a demon." Grabbing his chin roughly, he forced Link to make eye contact, and was met with a defiant scowl. Lips curling into a sneer, he shoved him forcefully back-first into a tree, gripping his throat. Link let out a strangled gasp as the demon summoned his thin black blade in his free hand, holding the tip against his chest, grinning maliciously. Blood trickled down Link's tunic as he stood panting in pain and fear, clamping his eyes shut and wishing it would all just go away.