Seconds of rest. Seconds for Max to stare up, vents cycling hard as he struggled to get himself under control. He was still in pain and his jaw still hurt, he didn't even want to try and and move it at this point...
No way in hell he'd be able to repeat the spit. Which was, he distantly supposed, sort of the point.
He followed Overlord's motion, dreading and anticipating it all the same. The sooner he started, the sooner...the sooner it was done, wasn't it? The sooner it was-
Not there, don't-
The ex-warden twisted in pain, static escaping his vocalizer as he tried to hold back a howl. Such small defiances were petty and altogether pointless - Overlord almost always had him screaming near the end, if not worse - but they were all he had.
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No way in hell he'd be able to repeat the spit. Which was, he distantly supposed, sort of the point.
He followed Overlord's motion, dreading and anticipating it all the same. The sooner he started, the sooner...the sooner it was done, wasn't it? The sooner it was-
Not there, don't-
The ex-warden twisted in pain, static escaping his vocalizer as he tried to hold back a howl. Such small defiances were petty and altogether pointless - Overlord almost always had him screaming near the end, if not worse - but they were all he had.