[The knife snapped to the right and held, a thread away from the sensitive surface of that beautiful eye. The tip tilted, practiced in the large hand, the wielder curling his lip in his sadistic delight as he drank in the other man's anxiety.
Wrong side of the Cold War, indeed.
A terrible shame.
But, only the beginning of a fate he deserved.
The arm around Snake adjusted, pressing against his body, but his hand was forcing the right eye wide open. He wanted it clean. Without further warning, only a toothy grin, the blade dug into the region where the pink tissue met with the white.
The knife sought to pop it out, pull it out enough to that it may sever all its muscular connections inside his face. Blood dulling its glint, in the end, it was a sloppy cut by an overeager man that enjoyed the process moreso than the result.
The eye's final muscle was cut free, and finding some purchase in the strands of attaching tissue of varying lengths, the older Soviet held the bloody organ up to his lover, beaming.]
What do you think, Ivan? [A warm, delighted purr.] It's yours now.
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A cool tone:]
Right it is, then.
[The knife snapped to the right and held, a thread away from the sensitive surface of that beautiful eye. The tip tilted, practiced in the large hand, the wielder curling his lip in his sadistic delight as he drank in the other man's anxiety.
Wrong side of the Cold War, indeed.
A terrible shame.
But, only the beginning of a fate he deserved.
The arm around Snake adjusted, pressing against his body, but his hand was forcing the right eye wide open. He wanted it clean. Without further warning, only a toothy grin, the blade dug into the region where the pink tissue met with the white.
The knife sought to pop it out, pull it out enough to that it may sever all its muscular connections inside his face. Blood dulling its glint, in the end, it was a sloppy cut by an overeager man that enjoyed the process moreso than the result.
The eye's final muscle was cut free, and finding some purchase in the strands of attaching tissue of varying lengths, the older Soviet held the bloody organ up to his lover, beaming.]
What do you think, Ivan? [A warm, delighted purr.] It's yours now.