A truly incomplete story from my now-defunct blog. This doesn't have a complete plot yet, so suggestions welcome.
It began with the touch of a nose, then cheek, then lips, sliding against his roped calves and traveling slowly up his legs. He started, waking in still panic, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, muscles clenching with the urge to run.
“Shh.”
It came from the mouth that trailed over the muscles of his upper leg, a simple exhalation, simultaneously reassuring and terrifying.
“I—“ he began in a whisper.
The pinpricks of teeth sunk into taught thigh. “Shh."
He nodded, whether or not his acquiescence could be seen. There was stone beneath his body, worn and uneven. The ground and air were warm enough for him to perspire lightly. Something terrible was happening, or had already happened. Both, perhaps?
Where was he?
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