Chapter 6
Nathan’s survival instincts told him to brush them away, to shake them off his legs like he would an overzealous dog, but the power to move was beyond him. Only his face seemed free of the mystery paralysis, allowing his nostrils to flare, his mouth to scream, and his eyes to water.
Suddenly, through his screams, Nathan thought he could hear more tiny feet approaching. He studied the shadows through the blur of tears and watched helplessly as a second troupe of leering, grey demons, carrying needles with small pots of colour attached hurried towards him. As they arrived at his feet, they leapt onto his body and began using their needles to puncture his flesh, filling it with colour. No part of him was sacred. He could even feel them pulling his arse cheeks apart to cut their lines then colour the flesh that surrounded his lightly-haired arsehole. It was a torture bordering on being unendurable, but they saved the most mind-bending torment for last.