"They're beautiful when they get that defeated look in their eye." Sal reminisced briefly after placing the letter with the broken camera. Henry looked so gorgeous, so ethereal and striking, laying there on the ground, nursing a plethora of fresh wounds on his body. Oh, if only Sal had parts...it'd be orgasmic. Truly sensational.
This was the best sex of Sal's life right here.
"Now, kiddo, I said we'd either be holding hands or you'd be slung over my shoulder. And I'm really a sweet, caring guy, don't get me wrong, but you rubbed me the wrong way in the best way possible. You, my friend, get to walk all the way to Niflheim!" He clapped his hands enthusiastically, ridiculing Henry's plight by being overly cheerful.
He came up to the man, snagged him by the collar, and lifted him to his feet. The gun was cocked at the base of Henry's throat. "Maybe if you beg for forgiveness, I'll help out. Until then, start walking."