He knew the man was waiting. Watching him, all he had to do was look up and he’d see his eyes,
He knew the man was waiting. Watching him, all he had to do was look up and he’d see his eyes, his crystal clear blue eyes, cold and piercing. It always felt like they were looking right into his soul…and maybe they were. Looking into them was how the man claimed him before. Taking him and left him empty and eager to be filled, remolded as his Owner wanted for as long as he wanted. To avoid it all he had to do was not look…but what if he wanted to look? -- source link
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