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No. 9 - RUMORS OF MY DEATH HAVE BEEN GREATLY EXAGGERATED
presumed dead | (blind) rage | tears
[eye trauma.]
The god was forcibly shoved down by a pair of hands. He hadn’t been restrained, the other deity seeing no major point in restraining what needn’t be restrained. His training had been sufficient, so far, Xiesis had been clear as to what He expected from Masticole. The god had sat, quietly looking at the other from his position on his knees, his shirt halfway unbuttoned for ease of access. He was lucky to have been given a shirt, quite graciously from his Lord.
The gentle soft undertones of Bossa Nova was barely audible, the expansive space between their room and the one it was playing in seemed unconquerable. Not that Masticole would be allowed to focus on that for much longer. His mind was racing through the possible encounters this would lead to, not having been informed of what was about to happen to him. Xiesis knelt in front of the other, humming gently one single note of the music, almost seeming content beyond his ability to express as such.
A gentle coo left the other, as he cupped Masticole’s cheek, “my dear, you’re being so good for Me.” His brows furrowed upwards, as he caressed the other being’s face.
The god’s body was trembling, already. He knew what was about to happen, and he was both excited, and filled with fear. Not that he hadn’t experienced something equal to this before, or worse.
Xiesis tilted Masticole’s head upwards, before moving His free hand up, clawed fingers splayed just enough to encapsulate the other’s eye socket. It tried to close instinctively, trying to protect the organ from what he knew was about to happen.
Xiesis plunged his fingers into the flesh beneath and above the man’s eyeball, before slowly wrapping his digits around the ocular organ. The whimpering and minor trembling became a full blown shuddering tremor running through the man, and sobbing from both eyes, blood entertwined with tears, for the time he could maintain having an eye on the left side. As He pulled on the organ, it resisted being removed, the fascia trying as hard as it could to maintain homeostasis. There was little it could do to prevent the hand from successfully removing the targeted item. The howl that left Masticole was nothing short of beauty. The sound rang out throughout the spacious room, echoing gently along the cathedral-esque walls, easily heading towards the ceiling, as was his head, tugging on the nerves and muscle connected to the organ. His hands reached up to try and staunch the torrent of crimson from his socket. The cavernous hole left by the removal of the organ and flesh surrounding it looked almost like an open maw. The yawning mouth attempted to close, but the flesh surrounding the socket could no longer move, most of the muscle surrounding it was removed.
The clawed grasping fingers moved to grab the entirety of the organ, now cinching off the ocular nerve, the only thing keeping the organ attached to the god’s body. No reason to pull it out, when severing it would hurt more, in Xiesis’ mind. Being left with the idea of being able to see, but not being there? Delicious. Xiesis let out a small, pleased hum, contented with the reaction. “Wonderful. Such a lovely boy.” His other hand moved to pet his perfectly coiled hair. “You did well.” The murmured praise was accompanied with occasional petting. The other god was continuing to tear up, face twisted up with anguish, his hands pressing against the substantial wound.