Highest in Werewolf: #2
"Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-"
I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dum...
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WARNING: TORTURE. BLOOD. LOWKEY COLD HEARTED ASS SELENE.
THE TORTURE IS DIVIDED INTO TWO PARTS. THIS ONE WILL FOCUS ON VAL'S PAIN CAUSE YOU KNOW
FUCK VAL
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Isaac sank the thin silver needles into Val's skin, the flesh around the wound chunking around like molten lava. His natural stench and blood hangs heavy in the cell. The dreary, dimly lit room looking even more ghastly from the screams ripping from his throat. The ever going cycle of push and pull with the needle embeds deeper and deeper into his flesh each time Isaac inserts the silver in Val's arm.
Another heart wrenching scream pulls from him.
By now his vocal agony becomes yet another normal occurrence of the cell; along with the stains of blood seeping into the cracks of the cobblestone on the floor, never meaning to come off. Sighing, I lean back in my seat and tilt my head to the side. I ask him,
"Must you be so difficult?"
Val's head lulls to the his right, his curly dark locks falling over his forehead. His body is unable to keep himself upright from the amount of energy he's exerted. Whether it was from trying to keep himself awake or his constant screaming, or maybe a mixture of both, I wasn't so interested in finding out.
