Out in the wilderness, in the forest, they’d fallen into a different kind of caretaking. A sharing of two lives, each supporting the other’s existence. It was primal, in a way, how they had fused together. Half of his life was in Jack’s hands, and instead of feeling vulnerable, it was the most natural feeling in the world.
I got nothing else at this point. I'm mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted and heading into the third installment. Full series review to come.
Restraints were fixed to the chairs, at the wrists, the ankles, and a crude piece of wood had been fixed to the backs. A strap there had held someone’s head immobile. On a tray next to each chair, a terrifying set of glasses with spikes facing toward the eyes lay, dried blood coating the pinpoint ends.
He wasn’t going to survive. He was going to die, right here, right now, and it would be perfect. This was perfect, beyond everything he’d dreamed of, everything he’d imagined. Jack was supple and searing beneath his hands, his body sculpted from Ethan’s dreams. And yet, this body he saw every day suddenly became new beneath him. Had Jack’s eyes always been that blue, gazing up at Ethan with so much love? His mouth, so perfect and alluring, whispering Ethan’s name endlessly, a babble of pleasure. Sweat clung to Jack’s heaving chest, flushed crimson.
“I hate that I am—” <He> choked out. He shook his head. “I tried to fix it. I tried to change. I could not!” He swallowed, breathing hard. “I did what I had to, to survive. I put up with this…this disease. Tried to keep it contained. Only sought release… rarely. I never told anyone.” His eyes burned, and his breaths came fast. “Everything about this…about what I am… I hate.”
He, like his men, wore layers of loose cotton robes, muted shades of desert sand and mud brick tan, interspersed with pops of blue and black. Beneath all of their robes, their black combat uniforms had been sterilized. No rank, no country insignia, and no names. The only identification any of the men carried was a strip of duct tape with their blood type written in marker and wrapped around the radio receiver strapped to their chests.