Not just suspended.. impaled.
Thick, jagged spikes of some pure white metal pierced through his body at every angle. One massive spear impaled his chest clean through, pinning him like a butterfly on display. Others jutted through his thighs, his forearms, his shoulders, suspending him in a grotesque crucifixion.
Yet despite the torment, the man was not frail.
His body was still magnificent, even broken.. bulky, carved with muscle that spoke of a lifetime of strength. His long black hair, wild and unkempt, framed his face and shoulders, still holding a strange, untamed beauty. His features were harsh, weathered with time, but undeniably powerful.
Even though in torment, the man looked majestic.
