neron
”I have faith in my brother. Less in myself.” Neron was a tide of spite held back by the thinnest of dams, and who knew what would send it crumbling down. Better not to risk a test to those boundaries if it could be helped. Raising an eyebrow at Morgan as his words succeeded in riling her up again, however much she managed to boil it down to a few sentences, Neron couldn’t help but scoff. ”Is there anything that I say that doesn’t make you angry?” he asked.
Her further questions confused him; he was certain he had told her of his history and the reason for his decision. But then, it was entirely possible that she hadn’t wanted to hear it - so Neron cut the etiquette and resorted to the simple truth. ”My family were routinely tortured growing up, to ensure we toed the line. I coped by gaining gratification from pain - sometimes sexual, other times not. Zariah knew, and took advantage of it wherever she needed to. As head of the family, it made her a very difficult person to defy. So I removed my ability to feel pain.” Perhaps that would satisfy her.
Her further questions confused him; he was certain he had told her of his history and the reason for his decision. But then, it was entirely possible that she hadn’t wanted to hear it - so Neron cut the etiquette and resorted to the simple truth. ”My family were routinely tortured growing up, to ensure we toed the line. I coped by gaining gratification from pain - sometimes sexual, other times not. Zariah knew, and took advantage of it wherever she needed to. As head of the family, it made her a very difficult person to defy. So I removed my ability to feel pain.” Perhaps that would satisfy her.
lay your hand on me, one last time
