Chapter 6: Fun and Games
The courtroom was a symphony of agony, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and the faint trace of lilies that seemed to mock the convict's suffering. The heavy wooden floor, worn smooth by centuries of footsteps, creaked beneath the weight of the heavy furniture and the men who stood guard. The iron-banded windows cast long, dancing shadows that flickered and twisted in the dim light, as if the very room was alive, a silent witness to the brutality unfolding within its walls.
The convict's body was a landscape of pain, a canvas of raw, bleeding flesh that wept and burned.
But amidst the agony, there was a fire that burned hotter, a dark, twisted desire that couldn't be denied. The Sergeant's cock in his throat was a brutal, relentless invasion, a thick, veiny length that glided over his tongue and down his throat with each cruel thrust.