FINN
and into the forest i go,
Finn doesn’t know what the older man is talking about and he doesn’t get a chance to ask; the stink of sweat and filth wafts over him as a chunky hand reaches out to grab at his throat, his breath stuttering and freezing in his chest. He can’t draw another, and long fingers scrabble for purchase around Ennuncio’s wrist, trying and failing to peel the fingers away.
His face starts to darken, stars creeping in at the corners of his vision, and whilst Finn has endured much at the hands of the Silk Houses, whilst he’s feared for his sanity and his future, he’s never been afraid for his life. Not until now. His struggles grow more frantic, a knee coming up to try and sharply drive it into the other man’s groin, to provide some degree of separation between them.
His face starts to darken, stars creeping in at the corners of his vision, and whilst Finn has endured much at the hands of the Silk Houses, whilst he’s feared for his sanity and his future, he’s never been afraid for his life. Not until now. His struggles grow more frantic, a knee coming up to try and sharply drive it into the other man’s groin, to provide some degree of separation between them.
to lose my mind and find my soul
