Bitter Nectars

He could taste the bile in his throat which had spilled sometime last night, dripping fresh bitter juices in his mind, body and soul. It clogged his brain to a state of inability to think, and halted his lungs from functioning properly, inducing pain and discomfort in his system.

He failed to think properly as those images he had suppressed for years, covering them with greater physical pains returned more clearly than those HD quality pictures Viscount had used to fuck with his head.

Seeing the two women he had strong distinct feelings for discussing so intently did it to him, making him sprout those words he had vowed not to reveal to anyone.

He had left the limo minutes after that unplanned revelation and driven aimlessly for hours till he'd run out of gas by the side of the beach. He had sat by the shore, stifling those images which were crawling with more strength than he could control, and before he had known what he was doing, he had been on his knees, punching the sand and s