Binding

Terrier stood staring absently at Gabriel, who stared straight back. Both silent. Both watchful. He frowned. Gabriel, what, almost twice his age? Tied to that chair. It was wrong. He shivered as he recalled his own memories.

"Terrier!"

"I told you," he growled, "My name's not Terrier."

"You're a dog, my boy. A mongrel. Of course your name's Terrier."

He'd wrestled with his binds. Fought. Yelled. Cried.

"What do you want from me?" he had begged, "I've got a family. They're going to be looking for me. Just let me go, please. I won't tell anyone, I swear."

"It's too late for that now."

"No!" he screamed aloud.

"No?" Scott questioned.

Terrier blinked. He was in the room with Gabriel. Gabriel was tied, not him. He stared. It wasn't right.

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