(After all the fingers are impossibly broken, bended in ways they absolutely shouldn't, Feitan goes to towards the nails, ripping them from their rest with the tip of his claws. Perhaps now Suzaku can see that Feitan was never forced to take the job he so proudly fulfills before him. Ectatic doesn't cover the look in Feitan's face, it's too damn similar to how happy he was in the battlefield, striking beasts with his barehands and cackling.
His sadistic giggles can be heard, although faint from behind the fabric of his bandana. By the time Feitan is done for a while, Suzaku bears no skin in his arms, no tendons in his hand. It's going to get worse.)
cw: ripping nails, skinning, gore
His sadistic giggles can be heard, although faint from behind the fabric of his bandana. By the time Feitan is done for a while, Suzaku bears no skin in his arms, no tendons in his hand. It's going to get worse.)
You keep going or I stop here?