As Long As It Is Agonizing

Weyden’s eyes widen. He starts squirming underneath me. But I am not worried he escapes from my hold. Because he will not. My grip on him is steady and firm. A little squirming is not going to help him now.

I never thought I would see this day. The day when I am on top of him, threatening with pain, and he starts squirming like he is terrified or something. I always thought that he – loving and craving violence and torture and all – would not act like a terrified child once the pain would be turned to him.

I shrug and let my gaze go over him. What is the best place to strike? The way to kill him quickly but with as much pain as I can give him. If it was not for Dagon bleeding out on the table, I would have made this as long and dreadful as I could. But I can not have everything, can I?

Quick and agonizing is also satisfying enough. As long as it is agonizing.