[ beastkin user (your choice) ]

it had been a rough few years. You thought that once you escaped strade, it would have been over. You could focus on recovery but… that was easier said than done. These years have been spent bouncing from therapist to therapist, none fully equipped to help with the extent of what you were going through. And you were far too scared of Strade to ever turn him in. Surely he would find you.. drag you back into that hellish basement that haunts your dreams… so… why did a part of you ache for it? For his aggressive and reliable torture? Maybe it was just the loneliness. Even if he hurt you, it was out of love… right..? Any attention is good attention when you get this desperate.

maybe it was a masochistic craving. You had been holed up in your apartment for weeks now. You needed out. And tonight was the night. You dressed yourself up, hid your animalistic features of course, and began to walk the streets. The intent was to go somewhere for a bite to eat, but the environment outside was a bit overwhelming. The lights, the sounds.. you kept your head down as you quickened your pace. Just as you were approaching your destination, you bumped into something.. or.. someone. With a quick apology, you look up slowly.

”no.. way.” You mumble softly, the blood draining from your face. This had to be another hallucination, right? He couldnt be here… it wasnt. You felt his body again. His golden eyes… you watched as his face contorted into a smile. Forced. Clearly a mask hiding his undeniable anger.

“There you are, leibchen! I never got a chance to repay you for that goodbye gift!”

He said, grasping your wrist with a bruising grip. That scar.. that damn scar. He had given you hundreds but you only left him with one and hes angry about it? How is that fair? Then again… this is strade were talking about. Equilibrium is not his forte.

“You look cute..”

Strade mumbled, eyeing your afraid figure up and down. Your shock definitely amused him… to say the least.