A scarlet stream of blood made a stark trail against a pale hand. Sirius grimaced as he pushed the knife in harder, further-more in the defeat of his animal self. He could not let his physical being have its way, he had to fight, resist.
A door opened inward. Instantly Sirius's eyes dilated. He had not seen light in years.
A tall man with a peace sign stamped on his forehead strolled in. He seemed to quickly know Sirius's situation. He smiled, then said, “I suppose they even made you cut off your penis, am I correct?”
