I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
At first he doesn’t notice her screams. He is too far gone, lost in the pleasure of peeling skin from flesh. But when they reach the charred stumps of his ears, his rough skin fairly sings with it. Her screams would no doubt soon turn to moans (of pain, though to his ears they would echo of pleasure). But for now, he would enjoy the way the sharp notes ring roughly from her perfect, undamaged vocal chords.
Lids shuttering over the empty gray of his eyes, he traces delicate lines along her damaged flesh, following the path of the wound. The fire of his skin cauterizes the broken tissue as he laves it roughly with his tongue. It would not do to have her bleeding out. Such use fire could be, burning and painful yet oddly healing. He could keep them alive so long. Long enough to learn.
He is not always successful, but he is learning as he educates. If he plucks those wrenching chords just so, he might tune her unmarked delicacy into broken perfection. Perhaps then, she might truly understand. She might know why he ignores her wretched pleas.
But then, she is lashing out at him. They always do.
With a sickening twist of his lips, he allows the fire to die. Allows her teeth to find their mark on his damaged skin. His own teeth dig into her withers as a groan shudders through his entire body. Her teeth scrabble at his charred flesh, spikes of pain that translate into immeasurable pleasure inside the misfired neurons of his brain. ”More,” he growls into her skin as he shoves almost desperately against her. “Harder.”
Let her bite and tear. It could only mean she might finally be closer to understanding. To truth.
Raelynx