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On your orders they bind you to the mast.
On your orders they tie you so tight that you lose feeling in whole swathes of skin. On your orders they deafen themselves with wax and row. No matter how you scream, they won’t stop.
You were warned. You were fucking warned about the Sirens, that you would hear things that drive men mad, that you would never be able to forget their song, that it would make a home in you.
They will wound you, Circe said. Carve in deep. You will bleed and bleed and bleed.
She was right.