He didn't pass out, no, he seemed to thrive under the pain and the assault of power.
In the moment, he vowed silently, to himself (and not to any god) that he would get away. That he would thrive on his own and be his own person. Not a plaything for a god that would discard him when he was tired of him.
He whimpered, but he wasn't sure why. He wanted more, but he wanted no more. He was torn between the precipice of pain and pleasure. And he hoped that this god would get someone to tend to his back, because of the searing pain from it, there was no way that it was anything but a shredded mess.
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Date: 2018-02-02 05:32 pm (UTC)In the moment, he vowed silently, to himself (and not to any god) that he would get away. That he would thrive on his own and be his own person. Not a plaything for a god that would discard him when he was tired of him.
He whimpered, but he wasn't sure why. He wanted more, but he wanted no more. He was torn between the precipice of pain and pleasure. And he hoped that this god would get someone to tend to his back, because of the searing pain from it, there was no way that it was anything but a shredded mess.