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Re: The Straw That Broke the Scylla's Back (Nessa)
The man was left behind by Nessa and Bosh, a mangled man. He cried, slobbered, and screamed words that never took shape, making him sound mentally ill. Compared to everything else Nessa had done, Bosh did not turn his head away from what she did to him. When his bone snapped, he gave a start, but seemed more excited than shocked. He seemed as if he wanted to have done that himself, but was content to leave it in Nessa's tentacles.
Once outside, Bosh looked to Nessa, but seemed to shy away from her hand touching his cheek, rather than embrace it. There seemed to be an expression of frustration on Bosh's face, which he quickly swallowed down and replaced with a restrained look, one that he assumed Nessa wanted. "I don't care what you do with whom, mistress." Bosh replied with a cold tone. "I am yours because you made me yours. Whether you break me as you did him, and leave me mangled, or if you fancy someone else... I'm not going to pretend that I have control over any of that, nor will I pointlessly protest. I am yours so long as you hold power over me." he said firmly, with cold tone remaining in his voice.
The man was left behind by Nessa and Bosh, a mangled man. He cried, slobbered, and screamed words that never took shape, making him sound mentally ill. Compared to everything else Nessa had done, Bosh did not turn his head away from what she did to him. When his bone snapped, he gave a start, but seemed more excited than shocked. He seemed as if he wanted to have done that himself, but was content to leave it in Nessa's tentacles.
Once outside, Bosh looked to Nessa, but seemed to shy away from her hand touching his cheek, rather than embrace it. There seemed to be an expression of frustration on Bosh's face, which he quickly swallowed down and replaced with a restrained look, one that he assumed Nessa wanted. "I don't care what you do with whom, mistress." Bosh replied with a cold tone. "I am yours because you made me yours. Whether you break me as you did him, and leave me mangled, or if you fancy someone else... I'm not going to pretend that I have control over any of that, nor will I pointlessly protest. I am yours so long as you hold power over me." he said firmly, with cold tone remaining in his voice.