Two Eyes Cenote pétalo

when the man moves to that vital spot, it takes all soto’s power to yield despite every nerve in his body telling him not to—  his life unflinchingly delivered in another’s hands. 

between gritted breaths, soto drowns the unpleasant sensation of pain by thinking of what unspeakable things he will do  to this man’s face; what horrors he might unveil before stripping life from him - it’s thin balm, but it keeps him focused on his goal.              

he’s dragged. where — or what this man’s motive is, soto relinquishes it all. he is willing to endure untold amounts of pain for his cause — perhaps that is the true reason he still clings to life, an unwanted film on the side of stone that cannot be erased.