1 Work in Sūn Lǐ
3 Jan 2012
"Whatever talents you have, they're evidently not strategic in nature…" Sima Yi laughed, an awful, frightening sound that sent a chill through Ma Su's flesh. More frightening still was the slow, careful motion of those metal claws, stroking over the skin of Ma Su's cheek and mouth. The young man instinctively licked his lips, and shuddered at the touch of cold metal against his tongue. His shudder earned another unnerving laugh from his captor. "Perhaps your master simply keeps you around to entertain him?"