Two Eyes Cenote [m] barley & salt

he knew he was able; he felt his flesh responding in sordid throb to the potential of further violence.

would it restore some part of him? did he care?

soto's grinding writhe did not even dissuade khusobek, who prodded forward in dangerous closeness; the man's mangled laugh beneath him quickened his pulse.

and then he relinquished the dirtied flanks, letting go the rope only to aim a stunning blow at the back of that terrible head, one he meant to render the man unconscious.

khusobek would not know for a long while what forced him to stop, only that soto's strangled sound of imminent ecstasy would reveberate on in his brain for weeks to come.

even he would not live on in himself.