Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170329223926/@comment-28412230-20170403220941

''Harvard blinked, averting his gaze from Leon to further process of what exactly happened. His ears rung irritably, slowly realizing that they sounded like lightning crackling throughout a stormy day. Images of a group of people in white trench coats circled around a battered Harvard, manged with gashes. One of them held a whip, dripping with droplets of blood.''

He was slowly starting to remember.

"They took me out somewhere dark, but I think it was on a really stormy night," he began as his gaze returned to leusirely relaxing on his lover, his grip only making him more comfortable to further explain, "About five scientists were around me, ridiculing me of how much I was being a 'nuisance to cooperate' in their 'research'."

He placed air quotes in emphasis, resting an arm around his ribcage, wincing a bit - seemingly indicating they a few faint scars were on him, "One of them had those whips that really hurt, and beat me with it. And y'know what they did? They laughed. Fucking laughed and spat on my face. After about ten minutes, they stopped and left me to watch the thunderstorm roll by."