#c: enigmatii (benjamin)

[withaconscience]

CLOSED STARTER @enigmatii for binyamin~!

A night out with other students from his courses, studying abroad and furthering his skills playing piano, learning about a different culture and making connections with people from other countries, and now he’d had enough gin that his stutter had started to slip away. He stepped outside for some air and a man approached him, and his eyes looked sort of really red, which is cool. Had he tattooed them that way? Was he, like, albino but only a little? They talked for maybe two minutes, just idle chitchat, and then there was a hemorrhaging pain spreading out through Finnley’s chest and he forgot everything else after that.

Until he woke up in a room handcuffed to a chair. “The fuck...?” He tested the bonds, as one does, and of course they didn’t budge. His head was spinning. Probably the beer. Somebody was standing in the doorway. “Listen, man, I don’t- I don’t ha-have any m-m-m-money, all right? I ha-haven’t exch-ch-ch-changed it yet...” He pulled at the restraints again, starting to panic.