Wrong Desire/bxb/
Then he knelt next to the dead nurse, dug two fingers into her eye sockets, and pulled it out in wet pops.
He stood up holding both eyes in his palm, still attached by red strings. Blood dripped between his fingers.
He walked over to Azxel and held them out like a gift.
“Look,” Sky said softly. “They’re brown. Like yours used to be before I fixed you.”
Azxel stared at the eyes. His mouth opened, but nothing came out. Then, slowly, his lips pulled into a sick smile. Sky’s face softened at the smile. He leaned in, kissed Azxel’s forehead, smearing a streak of blood there like a blessing.
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