Heartbeats (смешанная)

Astarion took a deep breath, not needed, but it helped to clear his senses - metal. Similar to blood, enough to make him salivate. Rust. Iron. He pressed his head onto the floor, the clanging sound of metal hitting stone enough to make him flinch. He wasn't unfamiliar with the feeling of a muzzle on his face, the thing pressing around his jaw, a metal bar tightly pulling against the corners of his mouth. He couldn't close his teeth, but his tongue still tried to lap at the iron taste of the contraption, probably like a dog would. The hunger still there even if dulled.
His hunger was dulled.
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Cazador steals Astarion from his friends and freedom.