Small Rebellion

The pain was forever. He’d tried not to scream, the only act of defiance he had in his power– but to scream was inevitable. The knives cut him apart, flayed him open.

“Scream, fleshling,” whispered Surgeon.

He obeyed.

But he hung on to his will, his mind, his sanity. Even as the saws cut into his brain, he never let the pain take away who he was. Even as Surgeon tore and twisted and turned his body into something more and less than a man, he kept the madness at bay.

“Scream, fleshling!”

He obeyed.

And saved defiance for later.