Calm. Everything was quiet, quiet around Day as he struggled to open his eyes. It wouldn't do him any good to open them since he couldn't see, but he felt the need to open them. The blindfold usually over his eyes was not present, and the cloth gag he wore annoyed him. Although it was probably unnecessary, the blond tried to tear him apart with his teeth as he waved his arms. Knotted in front of him, he opened and closed his hands several times before a gloved hand rested on his. Even though the leather of the glove, Day could feel the coldness of the skin underneath.
"He's awake," he heard someone say as his hands were stroked.
"Don't touch him that way. You have no right."
