Restrained

kalehdo:

((Just another little Robbie ficlet I did.  He’s a very fun and interesting character to write about.))

Marvin’s hands were shaking.  Sweat
beaded on his forehead and brow, and his heart was galloping
erratically in his chest.  He gave an unsteady gulp; his throat
having already gone dry at the scene before him.

Robbie was situated against the wall,
wrists bound by magical chains connected to the wall by a simple but
powerful spell Marvin had recited earlier.

And to say Robbie was unhappy was an
understatement.

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