[•∆Chapter 10•∆]

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♠️♦️|Husk pov|♥️♣️

I grit my teeth as Vox drags a sharp knife along my thigh, blood ran down my leg onto the floor. He lifted the knife to his lips and licked the blood off.

"You're insane." I spat, glaring at him, he didn't seem bothered by my words and just smirked at me.

"Oh, but aren't we all?" He said, laughing a bit, I growled, annoyed at his stupid laugh.

'Where the hell is Alastor?' I thought, starting to get a little anxious. 'He's looking for me, right?'

I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts when Vox stood up, grabbing a huge saw off of a wooden table on the left side of the room. "Now, usually I wouldn't do something like this so early on into our 'game', but those wings seem like a nice little gift to give to our buddy Alastor, don't they?" As soon as he said those words my heart dropped. He wouldn't, would he? I could feel shivers go down my spine as he stroked my wing with his sharp nails.

"No- you can't do that- you wouldn't!" I yelled, trying to tug my arms out of my restraints.

"I think I just might." He said, with a sinister smile.

🔪🦌|Alastor pov|😁 📻

Needless to say, I am very happy Valentino decided to cooperate and tell me where my kitty is, now with the information he gave me I'm finally going to save my dearest Husky. Following the directions Valentino gave me I arrived at a large wooden door, It had a silver rusty doorknob and I reach down and try to turn It but It seemed to be locked.

"I don't have time for this nonsense." I whisper, before lifting up my leg to kick open the door, and the sight I saw left me stunned.




Blood.






There was blood everywhere.






It coated the wooden floorboards as well as the chair MY darling was tied to. I felt as if my whole body had shut down, but that feeling didn't last long as I feel rage consuming every part of me.

"Alastor! I'm so glad you could finally join us!" Vox spoke, holding a blood soaked saw. I honestly didn't know what to focus on, Husker's rapidly flowing tears or Vox's shit eating grin, before I can even process what I'm doing I tackle Vox to the ground and wrap my hands around his neck.

"You motherfucker!" I scream, tightening my grip around his throat. But despite him being pinned to the ground and choked he still let out a small chuckle, which just make me even angrier.

"I'm gonna fuck your whole life up." I spoke, coldly as the whole room began to darken.

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