TW: Dark thoughts, cryptic wording and angst
'Again'...Michael thought, again in his head he saw those horrendous distortions of his father's work as he laid in bed.
'Again, again, again,' Michael squinted his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, Foxy lurked near, hearing his hook on the closet door despite there being nothing over there.
Michael adjusted himself in his bed restraints, the straps dug softly into his skin, unable to leave his bed, he sighed in despair.
'When wil
