hexenwitch

Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig. The pain started to grow slowly at first. Annoying little pressure points that crawled along his skin before it became harder, heat starting to flare out. Roughly the nails pressed and moved, bringing out the red flesh until the raw wounds began to welt, nerves pulsing. His mind began to worry, sending messages of alerts, commands to stop the growing feeling, to bring the movement to the end. But he couldn't. Harder. Dig. Dig. His voice cracked in protest, his bright eyes growing wide when his body suddenly shot up from his bed. His bare feet, moving across the cold ground began to pace, back and forth, to one side of