fingers going snap snap snap

by reminiscent-afterthought

It was a compulsion he couldn't control, or stay away from. He was just that damned, because what contractor would never use his power, despite the payment demanded as a result?

A/N: Written for the Mega Prompts Challenge, #011 – boiling.

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fingers going snap snap snap

The power died away and a new feeling took its place: that senseless compulsion that b him – but he didn't want that. It hurt, and it was debilitating, and it would be hell to go on fighting with broken fingers –

But the compulsion wouldn't wait. It boiled under his skin, lurched around in its chest, pounded away in his skull. It seized control of his mind and body until he was shaking and barely able to keep himself from just following –

And then he couldn't even do that anymore, and his fingers went snap snap snap under the strength of his other hand. And then the compulsion was suddenly gone and he was panting, lips slightly parted and emitting a shrill whine of pain. And useless, completely useless, because he couldn't stop that senseless craving that was the price he paid for his power.

And he'd be damned if he did that again. Except he did. Again and again.

He was that damned.