In the Eyes of Death

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• 2:47 PM • Luke's house •

Timothy held his breath as Luke yanked him down the stairs.

Panic welled up inside him as they made it to the bottom of the steps, realizing that whatever was about to happen

was going to happen soon.

Luke turned and stared down at Timothy

who responded by cowering away from the glare.

Luke released Timothy and turned, walking toward something that Timothy was unable to see.

Luke lifted a pair of hand cuffs and turned back toward Timothy.

Timothy froze up, starting to back away

In return, Luke hardened his gaze, making Timothy freeze again.

"Don't you dare walk away, Timothy."

Luke snarled, walking toward him.

Timothy clenched the ends of his shirt tightly in his hand, starting to tremble.

Roughly, Luke grabbed Timothy's arm again, dragging him to a spot near the back of the basement.

Luke yanked Timothy's arms up, hooking the cuff on one of his wrists.

Panic engulfed Timothy as he heard the clinking of the cuffs against metal before the other cuff was clamped around his wrist.

Timothy yanked his arms down in an attempt to free himself but the pipe didn't budge.

"I wouldn't suggest that, darling, it'll cut you."

Luke said blandly, wrapping a blindfold around Timothy's eyes.

"You're going to stay here until you learn."

And with that, Luke turned on his heel and walked up the stairs

leaving Timothy to struggle against the cuffs, not heeding Luke's advice.

Timothy released a helpless cry as he gave up

his wrists already starting to bleed

Timothy didn't want to learn