Tiny Cosmic
Junior Member
"I-I'm sorry, sir... You may do what you wish with me, I'm sorry I angered you..."
Seeing Vaskar standing over him, brandishing a blade only served to reignite the searing pains of the blades and whips whom still left their mark apon his thin and malnourished flesh. He seems to space out for a moment as his mind races with even more fears and anxieties, similar to those that already plagued him on a daily basis. He blacks out, at least mentally, for a few moments, the same memory ringing through his mind like a song he was indoctrinated to enjoy by pure repetition
"D-Dom? Stay awake Domz, it'll be okay, just breathe..."
a younger woman stands over him, although she was rather different in appearance. She had the same fangs, yet her eyes seemed normal. She held her hand over a massive wound in his upper chest, where his lung would be. Despite her efforts, blood continues to seep from the wound. His hands and feet where still bound as he lay in the same pit he had Spent the other years of his life, this time, he had just been fed to his father's pack of Dogs, although using said term would be overstating their domestication
"N-Naomi? Why are y-"
"shh, it'll be okay buddy, just stay calm... Hang in there bud..."
The pains in his soul where identical to those of that day, as the paramedics never found him when he needed them most. He seems to snap back to reality, staring Vaskar in the eye
"I-I'm sorry... Sir..."
Seeing Vaskar standing over him, brandishing a blade only served to reignite the searing pains of the blades and whips whom still left their mark apon his thin and malnourished flesh. He seems to space out for a moment as his mind races with even more fears and anxieties, similar to those that already plagued him on a daily basis. He blacks out, at least mentally, for a few moments, the same memory ringing through his mind like a song he was indoctrinated to enjoy by pure repetition
"D-Dom? Stay awake Domz, it'll be okay, just breathe..."
a younger woman stands over him, although she was rather different in appearance. She had the same fangs, yet her eyes seemed normal. She held her hand over a massive wound in his upper chest, where his lung would be. Despite her efforts, blood continues to seep from the wound. His hands and feet where still bound as he lay in the same pit he had Spent the other years of his life, this time, he had just been fed to his father's pack of Dogs, although using said term would be overstating their domestication
"N-Naomi? Why are y-"
"shh, it'll be okay buddy, just stay calm... Hang in there bud..."
The pains in his soul where identical to those of that day, as the paramedics never found him when he needed them most. He seems to snap back to reality, staring Vaskar in the eye
"I-I'm sorry... Sir..."
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