Two Eyes Cenote oscura

soto does not attempt escape. he can sense @Khusobek is never far, and besides, his goal is not freedom. 

 he counts the guards and passes time by arranging each blade of @Machiavelli’s fur in a line. twelve white tufts so far — and one whisker. 

he lines them against the cell’s wall, then traces a spider’s veiny web in one corner.  and then, he allows his mind to wander, wondering when @Safiya might learn of the cenote’s newest, devastatingly handsome captive. 

the thought causes the corners of his mouth to lift in a pleased smile.