remynavarroā:
As far as Remy knew, heād been itching to get his hands on someone new for a long while. Thatās what it felt like. He wasnāt aware that heād been captured at the same time that his prey, Macon Linnux, had been brought into the estate. As a Master, these halls felt like his home. He easily made his way to the breaking chambers and let himself into the room that had been set up for him. As always, the Founding Master had done well for him, setting the naked banshee up in predicament bondage with a gag around his neck but not in his mouth. The hood on his head stopped him from seeing, but he could still speak. As a siren, Remy would be immune to anything the other man could do with his voice.Ā āHow thoughtful,ā Remy chimed, circling the bound man.Ā āI wonder, do you know what you are?ā
@submaconlinnux
After everything heād been through, Macon was tired. Exhausted would have been a more apt word, but that was something he couldnāt bring himself to admit, even to himself. Some small part of himself had hoped heād be deposited somewhere heād be able to soothe himself into some semblance of sleep, but of course that glimmer of hope was stamped out the moment he was drug and chained in another location. At least the gag had been removed, though the musty smell of the bag now clinging to his sweat-drenched lips did nothing in the way of helping his breathing. Still, Macon remained in control of himself, his breathing as steady as he could possibly get it. Closing his eyes, he waited for whatever would come next. After what felt like forever, he heard a door open, then close again, followed by a voice reverberating off the walls surrounding them both.Ā āI know Iām Macon Linnux. Thatās enough for me.ā He replied, his voice much stronger than he felt.Ā
