Taken -Open roleplay-
His breathing was harsh, his eyes dead. Claw marks lined his body from the constant questioning. It had been two weeks since the lycans had taken him captive and now that they had gotten all the information the needed, they dumped him on the side of the road to die. That’s what he felt like he was doing too, dying. Every breath pained him more and he could barely move, let alone walk all the way back to his apartment to get enough blood in his system to heal.
He curled into a ball, the night’s cool air brushing against his face. He closed his eyes, waiting for death to take him so he could finally be at peace.