New fic, based on Elder Neely. Enormous bundles of thank-yous to Iris and Lisa, my muses.
And okay there's no mcpriceley yet, but it's coming, eventually...
This was tough to write, and a long time in the making. More to follow.
He'd experienced this place too many times not to know that it was hopeless to deny the Devil's desires. Still, Noah Neely bit his lip, trying to swallow the urge to retch up his dinner. He felt sick to his stomach, and the noxious fumes that spiraled up from the smoldering ground weren't helping much. As he twisted and turned against the chains that bound him, the sharp metal digging into his flesh, a bead of sweat ran down his nose and leapt suicidally toward the flames, evaporating before it had a chance to reach the ground.