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He hadn’t wanted to be here, practically lying in his enemy’s lap. Helpless.
The worst part was that his enemy was drawing it out. Readying to toy with him before inflicting the agonizing death that was sure to come.
“You really are as weak as a kitten, aren’t you?” Enemy’s voice broke his thoughts. Hero had to hold back a flinch as he felt the warmth of a hand suddenly come to rest in his hair.
Despite his best attempts to disguise his unease—he refused to label it as fear—he couldn’t help the quickening of his heart-rate and breathing that Enemy would surely notice.
“Don’t panic,” he murmured, the softness of his voice surely a cruel taunt. The hand resting on his head suddenly shifted, running through his hair in a motion almost like a soothing caress.
Hero felt his weakened body ache in protest as he tensed further. He had to move, to get away.
His efforts at trying to push himself to his elbows and drag himself away failed before they really began. Enemy’s other hand came to push lightly at his chest, which pressed him to lie back down with pathetic ease.
“Lie down.” Enemy’s tone sounded almost irritated. Like he was a joke.
He couldn’t escape.
The hand in his hair had stayed there the whole time. It had taken up a steady rhythm of slowly stroking through his hair, which it maintained.
Had it been anyone else, it might have felt soothing.
All Hero could do now was lie there. It took him a long few moments to realize he had begun to tremble.
“Be still.” Enemy murmured from above and behind him, the hand not in his hair coming to rest briefly on the side of his shoulder, providing a slight bit of grounding pressure.
Hero instinctively stilled under the touch, and after a few more moments, Enemy removed his hand.
‘I’m so weak,’ Hero thought to himself. ‘Only these injuries, and I’m left as his plaything.’
Enemy was warm. His warmth was...surprisingly humanizing.
The caresses through Hero’s hair continued.
He closed his eyes miserably, and tried to hold back tears.
“Shh...” Enemy murmured. “You need rest. Go to sleep. No harm will come to you, little one.”
Hero had no choice but to trust him.
And the hand in his hair...Well. It was soothing.
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