Two Eyes Cenote tiburon

it would be days before khusobek knew the true effect of the python's power; teeth sloughed from the bone thin peelings of tissue. his exhale was a hot intake of volcanic pain; he knew the bone would break if he resisted.

captain went down with shipwright; pitched on the writhing sea of that filthy body, he pounded blow after blow into whatever part of soto he could reach, his own blood trickling between snake-teeth; he drove the heel of his other hand into the orbital grind of the nearest eye.

and all the while, he bit the inside of his own cheek to keep from so much as grunting in pain; it was not what eset gave him, but khusobek tried to use those same trials of endurance to hold himself now.

every moment added to soto's punishment; every moment would be tallied by Ma'at in a final hall, when at last the crocodile delivered there the shreds of this man.

he would shred the ear and take the eye in the next moments to come; disfigurement did not mean the end of life, and khusobek meant this to last long.

o Ra, put out your hand to turn this fire under my skin.

their blood mingled on the filth of the prison floor.