"Get out. Get the fuck out!" Mello snarled, not watching him leave. Instead, he buried his face in the mattress, breathing hard and throwing a silent tantrum. His wrists and ankles would be bruised despite the padding in the cuffs, and he had no intention of stopping because of it. In fact, he planned to keep pulling and trying to somehow spawn superhuman strength and break free. He couldn't allow Sephiroth to do this to him, and hatred mixed with desperation were good motivators to spur him on.
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Date: 2011-06-19 07:36 am (UTC)