Chapter 18: Honestly - Donovan's P.O.V

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I looked down at the sleeping male in my arms, feeling disgusted. I didn't love this thing, I never loved him. In fact, I had other plans.

I carefully laid him down on the bed, covering him with the blanket before going downstairs into the basement and fixing up the old cage, laying out a dirty towel so he wouldn't get cold. I was pissed and ready to kill the sick son of a bitch, but I wasn't completely heartless.

I sat there, staring at the staircase. If I do this, I wouldn't be any better than this monster in my bed. I took a deep breath and remembered every memory I had with my father.

"I have to do it. I have to."

I said to myself aloud in the dark emptiness. Reluctantly, I went upstairs, my footsteps barely making a sound against the old wooden floors as I started to put a plan together.

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