It was all just sounds echoing over and over the room. His gasping breathing, the fire in his lungs, the sweat on his body...It was all just a detail in Day's blocked mind. He had stopped functioning when his body had stopped struggling. He had tried to run away, more than once, but he couldn't escape the predator lurking around him. He was the prey. He was the king, wedged y a queen on the chessboard. He was the only pawn left on the board, and he couldn't call his queen on the other end for help. He was in a position of failure, and mentally far from the danger above him. All the blond waited for was deliverance and the death of this person.
"You are very silent. I expected you to be more fun," the god sighed in disappointment, supposedly, leaning over him. "Are you listening to me?"
