Two Eyes Cenote tiburon

hearing his own name in that ugly mouth twisted rage inside khusobek. "beautiful, soto," he heard himself say softly. "it resembles you."

he lunged, shoving the man's face with brutal force down, down, the grub popping audibly beneath the pressed nose.

and he held soto there, applying a steadily greater weight to the back of the man's neck with his heavy paw; he lowered himself by inches, crushing the captive in a controlled way which kept just enough breath in the hateful songbird lungs.

"i am tired of your singing."