Raffi-kins

-Erik- The voice echoed throughout his system, through every vein and resonated in his blood, making him cringe with what seemed a far too familiar response of all his senses. He was desperate; for the life of himself he wanted to get away from that voice, the sickening feelings that it brought were drumming away in his chest with dreadful rhythm. -You know that it is your obligation; it is your duty- He tried to keep the feeling of nausea at bay, tried to ignore the revolting feeling building up in his gut as he walked passed the massive doors shut tight, trying to hold his breath and not, by any means, not inhale the smell coming from be