I'm sorry... [ The words are shaky at best. He doesn't fight when Dodger pulls him back to his knees, feeling the hair pull at his scalp painfully in Dodger's grip. He feels weak and breathing is difficult as each breath is accompanied by more pain from the broken ribs. ]
Don't be sorry. [His breath is hot in Theon's ear, low like the growl of a monster.] Be better.
[Theon is plunged into darkness again, as Dodger teleports him closer to the wall. By the time the room is clear again, he's already slamming Theon's head into the wall - and a second time for good measure, before letting him go.]
[ Reek, because he's Reek right now - not Theon, shudders. He can't do anything when he's teleported, but he hates that feeling but he can't do anything.
He groans as the other slams his head into the wall twice and he doesn't think he can stand up even leaning against the wall his vision is blurry. ]
[Dodger takes a step back, taking in the sight of him. A part of him feels genuine, positive joy at the blood, the bruising and the panic in the man's eyes. But a large, and rising, part feels guilt. There's a growing panic in the back of his mind, that he couldn't put into words just yet. It isn't satisfying, but it is cathartic.
There's a soft growl before he teleports closer to the door, slams his fist into it and breaks the wood away from the mangled mess of a door handle. He glances back over his shoulder, eyes full of menace.]
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[Theon is plunged into darkness again, as Dodger teleports him closer to the wall. By the time the room is clear again, he's already slamming Theon's head into the wall - and a second time for good measure, before letting him go.]
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He groans as the other slams his head into the wall twice and he doesn't think he can stand up even leaning against the wall his vision is blurry. ]
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There's a soft growl before he teleports closer to the door, slams his fist into it and breaks the wood away from the mangled mess of a door handle. He glances back over his shoulder, eyes full of menace.]
Not a word, yeah?
[And with that, he disappears.]