CW: 18+, nasrdev, coersion, murder, noncon Ah-ah-ah bang! went the screen door at the front of the little market. Devon glared at it, sighed, and went back to stacking cans into the specified pyramid. He turned each one just so, and contemplated, not for the first time, peeling all of the labels off. He also…
CW: 18+, nasrdev, noncon, degradation There was little that was reassuring about the nothingness. Devon might have called it black, and it really was black at first, but then it was void. A blip in his perceptions that was entirely unaccounted for. Even the deep sleep of too much heroin was easier to reconcile than…