It's About Money

Decided to ink some Bakura sketches from yesterday. My son my son #littleluxray #yugioh #bakura

Dark arms held the trembling form close as they always did, the lamps on either side of the bed, bathing the room in yellow light. Quiet words slowly got louder until he no longer whispered, rubbing the man’s back and assuring him that the fucker would die long before he touched either of them again.

Silas eventually did calm down, grip loosening around Mariku’s shirt, but never fully unclenching. He needed him there, deciding that there wouldn’t be another night where he was alone. When he was more coherent, he’d ask Mariku to move into his room... for now, this was enough.

“Let’s see how much I can cut away before you pass out, shall we? Count with me now…” “If you had to pick, which finger can you do without?” “This place looks very plain right now. Don’t worry, I’ll decorate it with your intestines soon.” “I found this tube. I thought it’d fit nicely down your throat… Open up!” “Any last words before I thread your lips together?” “Left or right eye, which one have you always wanted to see dangling down your cheek?” “The butchers was shut already, so I’ll just have to come up with something else for tonight’s dinner, won’t I?” “Don’t worry, I’ll patch you up when I’m done. I just want to have a look inside…” “Tell me, which of these knives would you like me to use? I can’t make up my mind.” “Let’s see how long you can keep quiet for. Now try your best for me, please, I love watching them keep their screams in, until they can’t anymore… So satisfying.” “Hey, hey, sshhhh darling, you’re not dying yet.” “Do try not to be sick… You wouldn’t want to choke on it, and that gag is hard to clean.” “I brought you some water. You can have a sip for every sip of blood you’ll let me take.” “Sing a song while I work. I have wanted to make a painting on your back with your own blood for days now, but I’m lacking some inspiration.” “I know just how to make that pretty face of yours even prettier…” “Oh no, are you hungry? I should remove your stomach…”

Not that I care, Otogi doesn’t like seeing his friend all fucked up and that rich bastard is the only thing feeding us.