Quintz raised the creature, revealing its long, gnashing teeth. The opening of its mouth seemed big enough for a cock to fit inside.
“Don’t worry. It can open a little wider than that. He has to get a good grip on you first. Then we will have a very short amount of time for you to change your mind. I can get him off, but be carefulwhenyou do decide to align with us…because you wouldn’t want to do so too late. I’m not going to ask you anymore. I’m going to wait for you to say a name, any name, and that will be my indicator that you’ve decided to cooperate.”
Despite Kinzer accepting his fate, his body continued to resist. It was a primal response—and at that point, he feared speaking a name would be the same way—beyond his control. A desire for self-preservation. But he had to be strong, because what needed to be preserved was so much more important than his own cock…his own life.
Quintz set the creature down on Kinzer’s pelvis, its appendages curling around his legs as it latched on, gripping tight. Kinzer felt his cock enter its mouth. It was almost like getting a blowjob until he felt the bite around the base. The teeth ground into his dick like razors tearing away at the flesh.
He called out, the scream filling the room. It increased as the pain amplified. Kinzer thought it would come to an end at some point, but it only amplified, the pain throbbing, burning within his pelvis, shooting through his body.
Oh, he hoped he would lose consciousness at some point—that his body would surrender and let him have a moment’s peace, but even as he lost himself to that crippling sensation that wafted through him, like his cock and balls had gotten stuck in a garbage disposal, he was alert as ever.
Quintz’s eyes grew wide, like he was thrilled to see Kinzer totally losing himself to the agony that overtook him.
Kinzer’s mouth opened, and he felt the names right there—some that Kinzer could hardly remember from his past, having only heard them mentioned once or twice, but they sprung forward, eagerly surrendering to Quintz’s demands, begging for Kinzer to lose track of his rationalizations and justifications…his loyalty.
Quintz leaned toward him. “Yes…” he pressed.
Kinzer could feel himself about to say a name, any name, but he gritted his teeth and screamed, shaking his head about violently.It will be over, he told himself.The pain will stop, and they’ll have to kill me.
“Oh, I think we’re getting very close to you not having a chance to recover from this,” Quintz said. “Just one name. That’s all it’s going to take, and I will take it off.”
One name, that’s all I need. Just a name.
And he found a name—one that could give him strength, a name that could at least remind him that some things were more important, that there were creatures willing to fight for what was right and surrender themselves for what was good. In his mind, he held the name. It wasn’t for Quintz, but for himself:Kid.
Kid had suffered, endured the punishment of being caught up in the mess that was the War between Heaven and Hell. He didn’t belong there, but he had unflinchingly taken it on with Kinzer and Treycore and the others. And now he was likely dead because of his allegiance.
Quintz’s expression relaxed, lacking that playfulness when he still thought he had a chance of enjoying Kinzer’s torment while getting his intel. “Have fun without your dick,” he spat out.
Brock released Kinzer’s legs, and Kinzer’s heels hit the floor. Like before, he couldn’t stand, so he dangled from the cuffs around his wrists, his body convulsing violently. He twisted about, screaming, hollering. As Quintz and Brock abandoned the room, he cried out as loud as he could, feeling like the sound could echo through all corners of all the realms. And as he absorbed the pain, took it in, his body acclimating to its intensity, he found peace within it. Because that was all he could do.
Yet in spite of the internal peace he found, his body continued to war against it, and the weeping continued. The sadness, the images of his past, flashing through scenes from the unbearably long life he’d lived. Finally, he felt himself drifting. He hoped he would actually lose consciousness. He begged for relief from the agony until he felt that sweet release. Yet the agony persisted.
