Two Eyes Cenote [m] barley & salt

he did not want to move. he has no choice. 

the rope drags across the cellar floor leaving gouges from its thorns. soto knows what it will do to his skin is far worse. 

he wonders what the captain thinks of him now. before he was prisoner — now he is monster. a sick satisfaction curls content around him, like a cat finding it’s perfect place in the sun. 

as the captain leapt for him he sinks downward, protecting both his wounded belly and his throat. agony is his cornerstone now, and he grunts as a new wave of it claims every part of him. 

but he will not make this easy.