Jamie’s eyes darkened with wanton need and his cheeks reddened as Iyano silkily tormented him. Why did he find himself agreeing with the naga? Why did it seem such a wonderful notion; that tongue, the tight hot flesh of Iyano’s throat gripping him from all sides...?<br/><br/>The teen was quickly snapped from such thoughts by Azar’s words however, and his heart sank when he saw the predatory expression the naga wore as he held onto Shaidon. Jamie felt sick to his stomach; Azar was right, he had killed his best friend, the person who meant more to him than anyone else. He was about to rush over there and hug Shaidon. To kiss him and tell him he was sorry, and that somehow it would be ok. But before Jamie could move, Iyano had pulled him close, holding him firmly and even gagging him with his tail. It was obvious the naga was just going along with what Azar wanted, because there was no malicious intent behind the naga’s coils, or even the tail tip around his face and mouth, but malicious or not, Iyano was helping Azar make Jamie’s last moments pure torture.<br/><br/>“NO!” he tried to scream, but of course the sound was muffled, and he could do nothing but helplessly watch the naga consume his friend without remorse. He had to watch Azar ENJOY Shaidon’s suffering. He had to watch Shaidon die.<br/><br/>Tears streamed down Jamie’s face as he could hear what must be the other human’s cries of pain, and he knew he would be experiencing the exact same thing momentarily. He wouldn’t struggle; he knew he deserved it, unlike poor Shaidon.  He hardly noticed the ‘gag’ being removed, and he ignored Iyano’s soothing words. It wasn’t ok. And it wasn’t over, not yet.