[ The man with him yells and it wakes him up from whatever strange stupor had him riding this awful, horrifying creature. It reminds him of that feast, all those months ago, where everything turned rotten and sprouted eyes.
He wretches, and tries to pull himself off the thing, but he can't quite get his body to let go ]
Fucking-- I can't! It's got some kind of hold on me-- [ He tries desperately to pull himself away, but his knees are tight around it, hands holding onto flexing muscle ]
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He wretches, and tries to pull himself off the thing, but he can't quite get his body to let go ]
Fucking-- I can't! It's got some kind of hold on me-- [ He tries desperately to pull himself away, but his knees are tight around it, hands holding onto flexing muscle ]
Do whatever you're gonna do! I'll be fine!