[ Voices creep in like the crescendo of wind heralding a storm; one he intends to face, not hide from, head tilted toward the tallest branches of monstrous trees, letting invisible hands dig into skin, damaging it so pure white nectar bleeds from every gash, every broken part. This he's used to, obsessed with his ability to feel pain — it's every other creature that's been wired wrong, fearful of agony because they might not survive it. By all accounts, neither should Zephir.
It's the next part he really cares about. Zephir is being shredded down to the bone, but only makes a noise when they finally crack the shell of his mind. The body of a god being driven mad, crying that white fluid, vomiting black sludge as the flesh races to heal itself over and over, every plant around him grows chaotically in a spiral, various creatures pouring from every crevice the demons used to get in.
Someone is behind August. An observer that feels all too real, a perfect copy of the man he's torturing beyond comprehension. It doesn't speak. It doesn't have to. Words won't part the V of August's zipper, a voice isn't what's going to slide a hand under the fabric and help his cock jerk free. It's a hand that will jerk him off while the other holds his jaw with fingers, palm on his cheek. Zephir's decided that August gets to come to the sight of his horrifying glory. ]
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It's the next part he really cares about. Zephir is being shredded down to the bone, but only makes a noise when they finally crack the shell of his mind. The body of a god being driven mad, crying that white fluid, vomiting black sludge as the flesh races to heal itself over and over, every plant around him grows chaotically in a spiral, various creatures pouring from every crevice the demons used to get in.
Someone is behind August. An observer that feels all too real, a perfect copy of the man he's torturing beyond comprehension. It doesn't speak. It doesn't have to. Words won't part the V of August's zipper, a voice isn't what's going to slide a hand under the fabric and help his cock jerk free. It's a hand that will jerk him off while the other holds his jaw with fingers, palm on his cheek. Zephir's decided that August gets to come to the sight of his horrifying glory. ]