But those pains, coupled with the pains Kinzer and Quintz had forced upon his body, weren’t a match for the agony of having to hear Quintz and Kinzer fucking in the next room. Hearing those sounds and how much ease Quintz was able to bring Kinzer drove him insane. He wished it could have been him. He wanted to be there for Kinzer, to give him all the pleasure he required, but that chance was long gone. He could never be that immortal for Kinzer, which was only right because he could never be worthy of him anyway. He knew that much.
Kinzer had proven himself to be one of the few immortals he had ever known who even embodied anything worth a damn. He fought for what was right, and he continued fighting even when there didn’t seem to be a point. He deserved all the happiness in the realms, but life had a different plan for the clipped.
Life had different plans for all of them.
Whatever it had in store didn’t matter, though, because all that mattered was that he did everything in his power to assist Kinzer. While the clipped may have believed Hayde had betrayed him, that didn’t change whose side Hayde was really on and that he would do everything in his power to help Kinzer in his mission to take Janka down.
He was fine with all that. If only he could get those damn fucking sounds out of his head. No, not the ones in the neighboring room, because they had since passed. The ones that echoed through his thoughts, that ripped into his soul again and again, tormenting him far worse than anything Kinzer or Quintz could have done to his body.
He thrashed about in his bindings, crying out to the cruel and twisted universe—the universe that showed none any mercy.
Hayde had learned in his relatively short life that existence was agony. It was being strangled by some unseen assailant, and those moments he’d shared with Kinzer were but brief gasps that only reminded him of what he was constantly being denied.
