Call To Arms

Batboy never stops hunting. This time he grabs a length of chain and works it into his hole. The metal clinks as each link slides in. When the last one disappears he lets go, shoving the whole thing deep inside his guts. Now he has to fist himself to drag it back out, his arm sinking to the wrist, then deeper. The chain rattles down there the whole time, echoing inside him. His hole twitches and sways as he reaches, trying to hook another link. Every tug sends another metal clank echoing out of his wrecked chute.