He stood on the wet cement, his left foot buried in the cold mixture, toes hitting a harsh surface underneath the carpet of grey.
A sweat broke on his forehead and slid down his creased face, oily and dirty, to the hilt of his chin, dripping down.
Both his arms were hung and tied together, the limbs stretched to the point he could feel the burning pain of having them contracted for too long.
A gust of wind occasionally ran over him, bringing coldness to his bare skin, reminding him of his nakedness, the lack of clothing on his body nested a discomfort so clear, arousing his head to feel fear.
His right leg was poised up, his knee jutting out, forming a tight bend; his foot was pressed against his left thigh, as if trying to shield his swaying genitalia from whatever is threatening.
More beads trickled down.
His left feet kept digging deeper, pressured by his own weight, solid jagged objects implanting themselves onto his skin, carving themselves onto his flesh.
Reflex sent violent lashes, numbing his brain, a flood of pain colored his sight.
There he was, in front of them, scolded, fully clothed, as naked as he could be, afraid.
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Blunt
Cerita Pendek"For I am a blunt edge, the dull side that is of a deadly weapon; yet still, I can cut through the waves in an odd sense." -Forgive and Take- "Like a progressive evolution of a semi-completed music score, our hands reach out of the nebula. We pictur...
