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🚬 or 'burn’ // sender burns receiver // and a shotgun kiss πŸ˜ŒπŸ’•

      𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇, π†π‘πˆπ“π“πˆππ† π“π‡π‘πŽπ”π†π‡ πŒπˆπ’π„π‘π˜. ribcage swells with darkened hues, fresh bruises forming above those which healed. waning skin is laid bare for prying eyes, knelt upon stiffened knees. they are aching, pleading to reposition and shift the weight from stagnant groveling. sable strands are framing blood wrought features, mouth chapped and throat parched due to the other’s neglect. it was preferred, being π”ππƒπˆπ’π“π”π‘ππ„πƒ for days on end. only endowed the simplest necessities, and then disregarded with overhead lights shut off. being spared the proverbial rod, along with his depraved ministrations. chain embedded wrists cannot raise, strung behind, and looped at a metal platform beneath him.

      they were remaining silent, neither speaking as the man inhaled another drag : seemed like teasing, a πŒπŽπ‚πŠπ„π‘π˜ toward one that couldn’t indulge his own vices. choso snarled as though disgusted, tongue gliding across teeth and contorting at the unspeakable taste left in his mouth. had there not been a guard set in place, otherwise this bastard would be writhing from the loss of his manhood. sneering as laughter escaped battered lungs. but that wasn’t their reality, the cigarette scalding flesh veered him back from those dissociative daydreams : away from comfort, where he manifested sunlight and bathed under its warmth. hoarse voice scrapping dryly on its way out. smoldering flame hovering over his inner thigh, causing limbs to tremor and his protest to subside with a ππ€π“π‡π„π“πˆπ‚ whine.

      this suffering was child's play compared to what the other had been subjected to memories are prominent, dosing and dousing his body until every sense was dimmed. no mercy, a sentiment shared as that scorned fury buried into brunette locks. furled appendages reel his head back, spinal columns crackling from the abrupt stretch. it never hurt any less, suspect that tolerances may be a myth from all he's endured. eye winced shut, glowering whilst blood gathered to spit at an unnervingly ππ”π€πˆππ“ expression. each fiber of his being anticipates the man’s retaliation, wearing a proud crimson tainted smile to further taunt from below. death would suffice, anything save for this hell on earth. though a justified cause and effect, it was bittersweet that their positions would shift. now they were both monsters, no better than the other. revenge had long been served, but he became greedy for seconds. there's no end to this, not that he can see.

 Or 'burn // Sender Burns Receiver // And A Shotgun Kiss

      his wrath is withheld by a smile, almost too serene and worriless. it deceives what π‡πŽππ„π˜ eyes flaunt, for they harbor something malevolent yet pensive around the edges. odd, how familiar he became with that gaze. noticing the fluctuating emotion, knowing when they were searching for answers and brightening once finding a solution an elongated draw from the cigarette ensues before it elegantly flicked away, settling afar and still burning softly in the corner of his sight. geto leveled upon one knee, guiding with a secured hold and forcing his head to crook at an angle. their mouths were flush and suspended without touching, he could feel a thumb pry at the corner of his mouth. molars were itching to grind down, but as smoke poured into him ... brows pinched together, lids descending and shutting away the source for this ππ‹πˆπ’π’ washing over him.

      nicotine was a saving grace from anguish, temporarily vanishing from an unrelenting mind. one filled to the brim with horrors, and meaningless atrocities carried out by his hand. it was like an embrace , however short-lived once lips pressed against his own. replacing pleasure with repulsion as vision nearly penetrated through him, tasting tobacco fumes on that venturing tongue and attempting to avoid it despite being constrained. ❛ sick fuck. ❞ voice is muffled, steadfast chains suppressing his urge to strike back and π‚π‹π€π“π“π„π‘πˆππ† as arms twisted against their opposing pull / what the hell was he doing ? intimacy such as kissing was something they never entertained, it's undignified with whores more so with those you utterly despise. @vzmky


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