Sun God

“Hmph. You’re smaller and more fragile than the rest of the humans, more than I thought, little priestess.” Ryusei cranes downward, placing you back on the ground carefully with calloused digits.

“Are you afraid of me?” You shake your head and the skin on the corners of his eyes crinkle. He smiles in sick amusement, reaching out to cup your chin gently within his hand. His grip tightens.

You try not to notice.

Ryusei wonders how much longer it will take for you to finally break.