The Luxury Of Death (Oneshot)

"I... I am... not..." I whispered but then gritted my teeth and looked up. "Don't...." I tried to spit out the venomous begging words. But my pride just won't let me.

He walked over to my battered and filled with dry blood body. He kneeled down, to which I flinched away, but tried not to anger him no matter what.

"What is it, my dear? Complete your sentence... Finn, " he whispered darkly and made sure to put a bit of pressure on my arm as he said my name.