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His carefully sculpted gauntlet
Oh so smooth
Cold perfect gold
Specifically designed for a man like him
A man like Montag
Plunged into my throat
His claw scraping back against my throat as I writhed under him
I could feel the beetle
in my mouth
In my throat
Inside of me
The stupid grin on that perfect chiselled face
Enjoying the pain he put me through
Enjoying the pain he was putting me through
I could've kicked or at least tried to scream
But I didn't
Why didn't I?
Finally
Temporary relief
The metal being ripped back from my throat stung through my thoughts
Bringing me back to reality
Kneeling on the floor
Coughing and heaving as my lungs burned
Barely aware as I was dragged back to that dingy room
Thrown inside without a care
The world locked out of reach