04-04-2018, 08:50 PM
JACOB W. corleone
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Jacob was in a cell. No, no, no. How had he let this happen? The first time he'd run away from home, it'd been because Vito was afraid of him being taken again. Had someone found out who he was or where he came from? No. When he was thrown onto the floor, he scrambled to his paws and looked forward to see a stranger. If she had business with his father, he'd already be interrogated. This was about something else entirely but he had no idea what. That was even worse. If he knew what was happening, he might have some leverage or be able to manipulate the situation but there was no hope for that now.
Strip. The word was barked at him but immediate terror gripped him and his light eyes grew wide. "I-I don' wanna-" he began to murmur the words. He knew it was foolish to fight her demands but he hadn't let anyone see his skin since the day of the fire and he didn't intend to change that now. The smell of smoke around him intensified. He learned early on he was the only one that could smell it but knowing it wasn't real didn't make it go away. His words were cut off when she insisted that he go faster. Then the threat came and he looked even more horrified than before. He knew things liked this happened. He was sure his Babbo had taken part in more than a few of these sorts of things himself but Jacob had tried so hard all his life to stay away from it. His legs didn't work well but he wasn't interested in losing any of them. In an awkward, rushed fashion, he began to pull off his sweater. It was a somewhat difficult process due to how he seemed to shake violently with each motion soon it was off and it was clear why he'd agreed to remove it. Bandages were tightly wrapped around his entire body. Not the plain white ones of medical supplies but these were clearly meant to be worn long term, made of a thicker fabric and covered with little slices of pizza. Even without his sweater, they covered every inch of his burned skin, including on his face. When he had the sweater on, it covered all the bandages except those on his neck and cheek but now it was revealed that most of the husky was covered. "W-What do ya' wan' from me?"
Strip. The word was barked at him but immediate terror gripped him and his light eyes grew wide. "I-I don' wanna-" he began to murmur the words. He knew it was foolish to fight her demands but he hadn't let anyone see his skin since the day of the fire and he didn't intend to change that now. The smell of smoke around him intensified. He learned early on he was the only one that could smell it but knowing it wasn't real didn't make it go away. His words were cut off when she insisted that he go faster. Then the threat came and he looked even more horrified than before. He knew things liked this happened. He was sure his Babbo had taken part in more than a few of these sorts of things himself but Jacob had tried so hard all his life to stay away from it. His legs didn't work well but he wasn't interested in losing any of them. In an awkward, rushed fashion, he began to pull off his sweater. It was a somewhat difficult process due to how he seemed to shake violently with each motion soon it was off and it was clear why he'd agreed to remove it. Bandages were tightly wrapped around his entire body. Not the plain white ones of medical supplies but these were clearly meant to be worn long term, made of a thicker fabric and covered with little slices of pizza. Even without his sweater, they covered every inch of his burned skin, including on his face. When he had the sweater on, it covered all the bandages except those on his neck and cheek but now it was revealed that most of the husky was covered. "W-What do ya' wan' from me?"
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