Crazy For You | Starrison [✔️]

Fourty two

Ringo raised himself up on the bed, yanking on the handcuffs that tied him to the post. He hoped that maybe pulling it hard he might break free. Maybe, that is.

Ringo used to be afraid of the dark. Back when he was a kid, his mother would spend most of the night reading him stories and calming him down whenever the lights went off. She thought him to pray whenever troubles find him, whispering words of wisdom to him as she ran her fingers through his hair.

So Ringo tried to clasp his hands together, trying to do that praying position his mother taught him. It was rather difficult, seeing that his hands were pinned above his head on the bedpost.

It was dark but Ringo wasn't afraid of the dark anymore.

He was afraid of what was hiding in it.