Two Eyes Cenote [m] tierra de nadie

it had been worth it, you know. the mingling cocktail scent of terror and adrenaline stymying his senses. the erotic feel of khusobek’s silken fur against his aching —

soto snaps from his stupor to the sensation of a heavy yank. tug harder, papi he thinks through gritted teeth, though any erotic pleasure he used to feel from pain had since faded. 

some time now he’s been at the captain’s cruel leash - long enough to know he’s being kept alive for a purpose beyond sadism. 

his name. soto. he’s dragged to the surface where the sky is so blue he’s blinded. scents he’s forgotten parade his senses in a state of utter disorientation. the world, has it always been this bright?

he makes out the unforgettable silhouette of niño, something hunching under his feet. 

and he is roughly yanked again, the thorns now embedded in his skin with prying teeth. 

a hostage exchange? is this why the father kept him alive all this time? a laugh — half drunk in delirium — bursts from the captive. 

but then he sees who the shape is, and his face drains of all remaining color.