#kyro threads

A toothy grin passes intoxicated lips as a booming laugh is soon to fill the room with mockery. "You can't be this stupid! Please tell me that I'm dreaming. I've never met someone who is so... clearly mentally challenged as you. My nut sack has more brains than you. Pathetic."

An expression of annoyance flashes over Kyro's features as he sulks further in his chair. "Are you still going on about that bullshit? It is old at this point. Drop it ya annoying brat."

A groan passes the male lips as a scowl quickly forms against the creases of his beard. "Ya'know... people like you really get on my fuckin' nerves. I heard your question the first time. It was just so damn stupid that I chose to ignore it."

Rolling around the collection of spit and blood that had formed in his mouth, Kyro waited until he felt like it was formed in a ball and then proceeded to spat it on the other's shoes; a wet chuckle falling from his lips moments after. "Take a fuckin' hint dude. Nobody wants you. Not even me. Pathetic piece of shit. All you are good for is being used as someone’s cum sock."

Hands bound by cuffs that hung from the ceiling as a blood painted smirk befalls the male's worn lips. "You've got to be fuckin' joking." He mused darkly as he tried to lift his head. The sexually-charged beatings have been going on for a while now. Roughly six hours and yet there was no way Kyro was gonna submit to this. To him. To anyone. Lifting up his head felt like a chore as he took another glance at the male through blurry vision. "You fuckin' plan on electrocuting my ass? You hate me that much?"

Givin' his knuckles a firm crack, Kyro took yet another step back to once again increase the distance between them. "Personal space. Have ya ever heard of it? Didn't know I needed to spell it out for you that you are gettin' a little damn close for my personal comfort. What do you want? This conversation hasn't proven beneficial to me at all and I'm losin' my patience."