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Chris’ wrists and ankles were rubbed raw from his attempts to wrench or wriggle himself free from the tight, rough ropes that Wesker had bound him up with.Â
Once he’d stopped struggling he could feel the wet, stinging pain radiating from the sore spots his resistance had bitten into his flesh. Sweating, and gasping, the pain sang through him, reminding him of his helplessness.
He heard bootsteps behind him, and suddenly another rope lashed around his neck. Wesker leaned in close behind his shoulder, tightening his grip on Chris’ throat– choking him.
“Bored, Chris? Let me provide some further stimulation.”
written for @febuwhump day 5 prompt: rope burns
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