In Over His Head

Prompt: violence you can see and violence that hides

“This… isn’t right,” Ezra said, his voice soft. He gasped when Severin unexpectedly caught him by the wrist. How had the man moved so fast? When Severin’s grip tightened, he squeezed his eyes shut against the pain. “You’ll break it,” he squeaked, tears stinging his eyes.

Suddenly, he was free. He stumbled back, hugging his arm to his chest. He looked up at Severin with wide eyes. His heart was pounding and he was panting softly. Severin stepped closer again and he looked away, a shiver passing through his whole body.

“Can’t hurt you, little fox,” he said, brushing a lock of hair away from Ezra’s face. “You can’t paint with a broken wrist, after all.”

Ezra swallowed the lump in his throat. He started to speak, but then he felt it. His eyes flew open. He could feel someone in his head – creeping through his thoughts. Fresh tears filled his eyes and he looked up at Severin. “Get out,” he breathed.

“Do as you’re told or you’ll have more to worry about than a broken wrist,” Severin growled. He spun away, then. As he swept out of the store, the creeping feeling left. Ezra dropped to his knees. His breath was coming in deep pants and he was shaking. What in the name of all that was had he gotten himself into?


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