Mike laughs again, this time there's no actual humor in it. If only that were possible. He leaned his arm on the bed, still trying to keep the corner of the sheet against his face.
"If he's the sort who likes patterns," and psychopaths always do, "When he gets bored or we don't do what he wants, he'll give us what he gave me before." How the hell could he describe it? "It's the reverse. You got soft and you make a mess but it still feels the same. Maybe worse."
He dipped his head, his eyes squeezed shut. The sheet wasn't helping much at all, and it felt like the zipper was biting into him. But if Briggs could hold out this long, he could too.
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Date: 2018-09-18 12:35 am (UTC)"If he's the sort who likes patterns," and psychopaths always do, "When he gets bored or we don't do what he wants, he'll give us what he gave me before." How the hell could he describe it? "It's the reverse. You got soft and you make a mess but it still feels the same. Maybe worse."
He dipped his head, his eyes squeezed shut. The sheet wasn't helping much at all, and it felt like the zipper was biting into him. But if Briggs could hold out this long, he could too.