It hurts, and something underneath him is shaking. It hurts, bloody, unclean, sticky and a putrid smell in the air, the stink of an abattoir. It hurts, and he feels every ripple, every resonance shuddering through his body. He stares at the man underneath him, and he feels sick. At least Luke Glass had the grace to be quiet.
Dorian wraps his hands around Kirei's throat to try to choke the laughter out of him.]
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It hurts, and something underneath him is shaking. It hurts, bloody, unclean, sticky and a putrid smell in the air, the stink of an abattoir. It hurts, and he feels every ripple, every resonance shuddering through his body. He stares at the man underneath him, and he feels sick. At least Luke Glass had the grace to be quiet.
Dorian wraps his hands around Kirei's throat to try to choke the laughter out of him.]