Kidpinoy's Aftermath 15

A low, collective growl of anticipation rippled through the assembled horde as Rapis, with a final, contemptuous shove, cast Bien’s spent body aside. The boy landed in a boneless heap on the cold dais, a smear of sweat, semen, and filth marking his path. For a moment, the only sound was the drip, drip, drip of fluids from the edge of the stone platform onto the cavern floor. The silence was a held breath, a moment of reverence for the desecration they had all witnessed. Rapis, slick with his own sweat and Bien’s essence, ignored the mess. He savored the absolute stillness of his vanquished foe. Then, with a predator’s deliberate grace, he reached down. His fingers tangled in Bien’s thick, matted black hair, yanking the boy’s head back with a brutal jerk. Bien’s neck stretched, the tendons standing out like taut wires. His head lolled, eyes unfocused, a puppet whose strings had been cut, now held up by a single, cruel point of contact. Rapis pivoted, displaying his prize to the ga...