06-15-2015, 01:05 PM
Giordano felt the last embers of the boys emotions before his heart gave out. It was anti-climatic for him. He was full of pain and suffering and Giordano had been riding the ebbs and flows as if they were his own. He was one with the pain, it was nourishing to his soul and then it was just gone.
Giordano backed away from the boy. He'd done what he'd came for but it left him empty. It had not filled the hole he so very wished to fill. It only gaped open like a hungry maw of a baby bird searching for more food.
With a heavy heart, not for the loss of the boy, the loss of his latest toy, he removed the boys restraints and left him where he sat slumped over. Giordano sighed, he should have taken the boy home with him, instead of staying here. He could have had so much more fun with him then. Too late now.
Giordano walked out of the tattoo parlor and could not wait for the girl to come and find him.