The brief resistance - however instinctual and reflexive it may have been - only results in that foot being shoved down all the harder, all traces of sweetness gone. Now there is only an intensity as Heber watches him struggle - not just to breathe, but with himself, fighting against the urge to survive and the urge to please...
Only when Devero's face changes color does that boot lift, resettling on the ground right next to his head.
"Clean it."
The words cut through whatever fog there is, and sound quite impatient.
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Date: 2022-07-27 12:35 am (UTC)From:Only when Devero's face changes color does that boot lift, resettling on the ground right next to his head.
"Clean it."
The words cut through whatever fog there is, and sound quite impatient.