Disclaimer: I do not own Skinwalkers nor its characters. They belong to LGF, After Dark, and whoever else screwed the movie up.
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Title: Ball and Chain
Rating: T/PG-13
Words: 229
Note/Warning: Post. Could fit most canons.
Teaser: Now he lives in a world where the nightmare begins when dreams of bondage end.
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Ball and Chain
Strapped, trapped. Cold and unforgiving metal won't bend, only bind.
Sacrificial lamb; he is not so innocent.
Wriggling, writhing. Familiar fear builds and bubbles up within him, spreading.
Cornered prey; he has become so weak (again).
Chained, strained. Rough and worn leather would be like iron bars to him now, but she is not so careless (anymore).
"Beg." Ruthless command.
"Please." Obedience comes so easy to the fixed.
"Play dead." Sarcasm; first sign of emotion in her voice.
"I'm not playing." Lies no longer become him.
Cold, old. Years and fears and tears have eaten away, eroded his now fragile soul - sin stained and bloody.
Grim reaper; she makes death beautiful.
Bitter, biting. Hot tips and cold nails warn him where her hands are drifting - they'll be gripping soon enough.
Crafty hunter; she is clever with her animal traps.
"Do you feel?" Curious; the first sign of her rare mercy.
"Yes." Unsure prayers flitter through his head.
"Then how can you be dead?" Mercy flees; she frightens all the good things away (the ashes of all he took from them).
Waking, shaking. Cold sweat and clammy skin where chains bound him.
Skinned carcass; his feeling leaves him fast.
Vacant, complacent once more. Tightness around one finger, invisible now, the links leading to the body near. Back to him (shutting him out until he plays alive for her).