[CW: GORE, SPOILERS] For lovethelighting

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It was cold. Despite being indoors it was as if there was no insulation in the building at all, or at least that's how Prompto's captor wanted him to feel. Each breath that escaped the blonde would be visible and his body probably ached from the cold--and perhaps the way he was bound. Tight metal restraints held him up at his wrists, upper arms and around the center of his chest, keeping him tight against the cross-like device. Several small medical tables surrounded the device, tools of all kinds scattered on them. One of the tables looked as though it had been used rather recently because several of the items on it had been tossed haphazardly onto it and there was something--

Blood. There was definitely blood staining all of them. Prompto would probably be able to smell it if he focused enough, the scent strong as though it was still fresh.

Funny thing about extreme cold. It can make it difficult for one to notice things. Especially injuries. But the slightest movement would let the blonde know just how wrong things were, his head probably swimming if he tried to look around and his abdomen aching.

Could have something to do with the the wires coming out of his abdomen or even the ones coming out from behind his left ear. Fresh blood would seep from all three holes, the two in his abdomen still opened wide by the surgical spreaders still firmly in place. Whatever could the wires be attached to?

He wouldn't have too much time to think on it, though, as the soft tap of boots against metal would break the otherwise stifling silence.

"Ah, awake are we?" Ardyn mused as he came into view, hat abandoned elsewhere as he kept his arms tucked behind his back, a lazy grin playing on his lips. "You had me worried. I thought for sure we may have lost you for a time there but, as one could expect, parasites always find a way to prevail."

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[lovethelighting]

Cold. Right, cold. A sensation a person felt while they were awake, generally. Sometimes the reason for waking. Was it his reason for waking? The room was so quiet, the cold had to be the reason.

A croaking groan escaped his lips, throat sore and raw almost like he'd been screaming at some point recently. A lot of screaming. He couldn't recall. Maybe the cold was making him sick? Maybe he just had a virus that was making his throat feel that way. A virus didn't explain the way he was situated. The blond slowly became more aware of his surroundings, vision blurry and spinning at times as he moved his head to look around. He pulled weakly against the restraints, more confused by them than anything. Why was he bound? There was no reason coming to mind. Obviously the virus couldn't be the reason.

His vision went white as he tried to look around further, and he gasped at the sudden jab of pain when he tried to move his lower body at all. The sudden flood of negative sensation was almost enough to make him pass out again. He ground his teeth and looked down, trying to find the source of the pain. His vision swam and teetered in and out of focus on the obvious holes in his own person. It looked to Prompto like something out of a horror movie, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from the gore, his brain registering absolutely nothing.

Very slowly his blank gaze drifted up to the man before him, his brain finally putting two and two together. Ardyn had him. Ardyn was killing him, or... something.

"Wh... What are you doing?" he drawled dumbly, his mouth slurring the words his brain barely managed to form.