[Darling, my love, my pretty thing. All alarm bells that ring in Waylon's head, deafening as he's able to get a slightly better look at the room he's in. What is that... a sewing... machine? Where is he?
What the hell is going on? His attention is drawn back by Eddie turning to him with a needle in hand and again he'll struggle a little, most trying to free his arms, even if it's clearly futile.]
Don't- please.
[Waylon shakes his head, breath coming short and fast.]
no subject
What the hell is going on? His attention is drawn back by Eddie turning to him with a needle in hand and again he'll struggle a little, most trying to free his arms, even if it's clearly futile.]
Don't- please.
[Waylon shakes his head, breath coming short and fast.]
J-Just let me tell them I'm okay.