bad religion + open, captured jacob

[jacob w.c.]

Jacob winced as he heard her next words. He had expected it but that hadn't really prepared him for it. His paws trembled horribly and his breathing had noticeably increased. His heart pounded against his chest and tears were gathering in his eyes. No one had seen him since the fire. Not even Jersey. He didn't want the first people to see him to be strangers who wanted to hurt him. He looked to her, almost appearing as though he'd plead. He'd tell her he couldn't do it, that he'd sooner have his paw cut off than those bandages removed. But he said nothing, instead turning a trembling gaze to his paws. He began to move. It was slow, partially from the stiffness of his legs and partially from the shaking of his entire body. He felt a sob rise in him as he began to remove the first strand, the tears that'd been collecting beginning to leak from his eyes. How could he let this happen? He'd ran away to prevent things like this. The longer he took to peel them off, the faster he went and soon the pizza patterned rags were in a pile at his paws. He was painfully aware of the air on his bare skin and he trembled, crouching away from Guru as he stood. It was clear what'd happened from anyone who'd seen scars before. The burns were unmistakable, especially given Jacob had to treat them all himself. Very little of his fur had grown back in the areas where it'd happen and the skin was warped, though it was clearly healed over by now.

His gaze returned when she spoke about her intent. It was just for fun. Those words made his stomach twist and he suddenly had the desire to vomit. No, he couldn't do that. He was already trembling and sobbing, he couldn't throw up from stress too. There was no reasoning with someone who was just looking for 'fun'. There was no strategy he could play, no way to talk himself out of whatever this was. He had no power and no leverage. When he'd been kidnapped before, he at least had that much. He'd been afraid but he knew they wouldn't hurt him too much or kill him. They needed him. This woman didn't. When he heard her next words, his ears were flattened against his head and he took a few steps backwards, his legs shaking and partially collapsing behind him. "Get away from me," the words were meant to come out threatening but instead they shook as much as the rest of his body. Why couldn't he be stronger?

//it's totally fine! don't worry about it!

★ though the scars remain and tears will never dry, i'll bless my homeland til i die ━