*TRIGGER WARNING. VIOLENCE. FLASH BACK OF TORTURE*
This is an excerpt from Bound by War.
The pain pulsing from the new incisions in his body was nothing. His species was known to be sadistic. Cruel. Without mercy. Terrors of the universe. Bloodthirsty monsters who kill without regard or regret. He was not an Ne Reynian who was fragile and weak. Breakable.
He smirked at the female.
What was one more scar on his body or his soul? He was broken inside. She might slice pieces of him away, but it was nothing more than another line on his skin, just another reminder of what he was and what he had done in his life.
A Blishue had no regrets, but he did. About many things. Perhaps this deed would pursue Fate to wipe the slate clean. He yearned for atonement from his sins, his brutality, his past merciless behavior.
Or maybe it was just time for him to die. He was tired of it all. Blessed darkness would be a relief. Another bite of the blade and coldness cut into his abdomen. There was a sharp, searing pain followed by a deep ache. Trails of liquid dripped down his sides, tickling slightly.
