User blog comment:Prof. Draco/RP/ Cursed be he.../@comment-1674153-20130602024857

(A little perspective from Sandy)

Why...I...Can't...Not...Done...Worth...Cold...Hurt...Deserve it...

The agent was curled in the fetal position, his face pressed as close to his chest as he could have gotten it, sitting in a luxurious scarlet velvet throne. He was perfectly still, however, and whispering softly to himself. The whispering got slightly louder, and just as it seemed his voice would break into a normal speaking tone, he tried curling into a tighter ball. With the slight movement, there was a flash of yellow chains that wrapped around his body, pinning him to the chair. When he stopped moving, the sight faded.

Pain...Worth...Deserve...Uselss...Cold...Alone...Can't...Why...

The velvet was catching the tears.