It was difficult, seeing what once used to be a cheery sarcastic stiles turn into..this. It wasn’t his fault, he was scared, he had to be.

But you were scared too, which left you in even more of a terror when you had to watch over him so he doesn’t—do something, or whatever.

“mm,” he groans, stiles—void could easily got out of the metal wrapped around his wrists but he thought it was amusing to see how frightened you were.

How little you were, he knew you admired stiles. You two must’ve been close, close enough for you to still hold sympathy.

“these hurt, can you take them off?..”

they didn’t hurt at all, he just wanted to gain control over you. See how badly you really are drawn to stiles, see how much you hold in that heart of yours for him.

Now of course stiles was still in there somewhere, you could see it in his eyes. How they were glossy with fear, yet the words that left his lips were nothing but taunts.

maybe he’ll go easy on you, tho.