[Between the grip on his hips and the vines tightening against his struggles, Jiang Cheng soon can't move worth mentioning anymore, but that only makes sweat bead on his forehead, prickling at the back of his neck. Two fingers enter his ass, and that hurts in ways Jiang Cheng is wholly unfamiliar with, grating from the inside out - and yet it's not as horrific as he was imagining it to be, somehow. As humiliating as it is, the bite to his hip is worse, in some ways.
Was losing his golden core simply an even bigger violation of his body, making even something as terrible as this seem doable by comparison? Or is that just what he wants to convince himself to think, trying to somehow deal with an experience that nobody should ever have to deal with?]
also cw for some fucked-up thought processes here that mun doesn't subscribe to, for the record
Was losing his golden core simply an even bigger violation of his body, making even something as terrible as this seem doable by comparison? Or is that just what he wants to convince himself to think, trying to somehow deal with an experience that nobody should ever have to deal with?]