A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
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Sia's moans rang in the room while Varian's breathing grew rougher.
And once again, Sarah was stuck, no, she was frozen staring at the organ that appeared above her head.
"Argh~Lighter…"
Sia's moans pushed the dazed Sarah out of her trance.
'I can do it!' Sarah stretched out her trembling hand to grab the meat rod.
'Hot…' She felt Varian's body flinch at her touch before turning still, 'Wait, can this even go in?'
She tried to picture the process, but it seemed too hard. Shaking that thought of her head, Sarah stretched her other hand and now gripped the meat rod with both hands. To her surprise, there was still room left.
Biting her lip, Sarah began to move her hands up and down.