It all happened so fast. Kurt didn't have time to process any of it, to parse the threat in any way, before their world was brought to a screeching halt and crashed to ruin all around them. In the space of a breath, a passing thought, their life was changed forever. And they'd had no chance to see it coming.
There was a knife to their stomach. There was a voice in their ear, quiet but clear, telling them in no uncertain terms what was going to happen next.
Kurt couldn't breathe for a moment, lungs like stone in their chest. They could only stare. They could see their own face reflected up at them in the silver of the blade, could see the moment the dumbfounded confusion in their eyes morphed into blind, debilitating panic.
They thought they knew fear. But until that very moment, Kurt had never known true terror.
"...yes." It was scarcely more than a breath, the word stiff on their tongue as they felt their throat close up. But they didn't hesitate to comply. Any thought of resistance, of defiance, evaporated as soon as it entered their mind. Calling his bluff wasn't worth even thinking about. Kurt's singular priority was—and always would be—the baby growing inside them. Nothing else mattered.
Keeping quiet, Kurt did as they were told and stepped forward, slowly, carefully, muscles stiff with mounting terror. They kept their hazy eyes ahead, unblinking, not looking, not looking. Their hands were trembling, knitting into tight fists at their sides, their knees felt moments away from giving out underneath them, but they never once wavered. It wasn't even a question.
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Date: 2023-11-10 02:29 am (UTC)There was a knife to their stomach. There was a voice in their ear, quiet but clear, telling them in no uncertain terms what was going to happen next.
Kurt couldn't breathe for a moment, lungs like stone in their chest. They could only stare. They could see their own face reflected up at them in the silver of the blade, could see the moment the dumbfounded confusion in their eyes morphed into blind, debilitating panic.
They thought they knew fear. But until that very moment, Kurt had never known true terror.
"...yes." It was scarcely more than a breath, the word stiff on their tongue as they felt their throat close up. But they didn't hesitate to comply. Any thought of resistance, of defiance, evaporated as soon as it entered their mind. Calling his bluff wasn't worth even thinking about. Kurt's singular priority was—and always would be—the baby growing inside them. Nothing else mattered.
Keeping quiet, Kurt did as they were told and stepped forward, slowly, carefully, muscles stiff with mounting terror. They kept their hazy eyes ahead, unblinking, not looking, not looking. Their hands were trembling, knitting into tight fists at their sides, their knees felt moments away from giving out underneath them, but they never once wavered. It wasn't even a question.
Kurt would sooner die than hurt their baby.