Two Eyes Cenote oscura

he can’t see much behind the cell’s dim curve, but soto knows when a shepherd has lost the faith of its flock. 

the peering girl leaves. soto replays the delicious moment in his mind up until he’s struck hard by the basilisk’s fury. 

he allows it, though his blood seethes beneath his skin. his gums are slick with blood as he becomes acquainted with the cold cellar floor. did the last occupant receive such grand treatment?

malevolence seeps into the man’s words, but once again soto can only read the tone; it’s angry, balanced on the hissing edge of a viper’s strike. when the snake releases him, soto rises to a stiff siting position. 

he laughs, a splutter of blood from the fresh crack in his mouth. regalo, he murmurs, casting a bloodied phlegm into the stone. para ti, cabrón.