The Torn Weft ~ COMPLET

One...Two...Three...🔞

There was only one light in the large basement room. It flickered and sizzled because it was covered in blood. Moreover, the iron smell was predominant. There was moaning and the light footsteps of a raised heel clicking in a dance rhythm. A soft male voice hummed as he approached a group sitting on the floor. As soon as the man passed them, they groaned louder, retracting as far as possible from his path. But the man was singing a childish rhyme. The man approached, singing loudly enough for the words to be understood.

— Un, deux, trois, je te casse un doigts

He did so as he passed one of them. The man shouted until his voice broke. The one who was singing cooed a tender laugh and continued his song.

— Quatre, cinq, six, je te perce la cuisse...

The knife sank into the tender flesh with a powerful motion. Another man screamed and sobbed.

— Please...please stop!

The man straightened up, the light shining on his chestnut hair and the top of his face. His honey eyes were almost translucent, and his full-lipped mouth pouted. The man was beautiful. He tapped his chin with his index finger before snapping his fingers.

— You prefer the English version! I understand...let's start again.

He went round the tied men again, humming new ones.

— One two three, I'm breaking your knee

The sound of cracking bones reverberated like a gunshot. Another howl was heard. The man continued

— Four five six I'm destroying your wrist...

Another crack, another scream. Then the door to the room opened and a shadowy figure entered. It leaned against the doorframe. The tormentor's laughter stopped immediately. The man leaning against it growled slightly

— Griffin... stop playing, it's time to go home.

The tormentor sighed tragically!

— Ah Misery, Misery can't you, for once, forget me!

The other man left the door and came forward. His gait was almost animal-like and Griffin sighed at the other man's movements. The man spoke.

— It's time to go home, you have to put your collar back on.

Griffin crossed his arms and pouted. In the process, he threw the last of the knives and it stuck in the shoulder of one of the men on the ground.

— What a drag! I don't want to go home. I was just starting to enjoy myself!

Misery sighed and reached into his pocket.

— I asked you not to make collateral victims!

The other pointed to the men.

— They are not collateral victims but executioners. They still killed that little dog for their satanic ritual!

— We just had to get the girl back, not more.

Misery walked towards Griffin who stepped back.

— And leave this bunch of freaks alone? No way! They killed the dog! They were going to open a rift in the Between-World!

Misery cornered Griffin against a wall.

— That wasn't our job. Let Gwen back in.

— The little bastard keeps drumming into my skull, but he agreed to punish these... these... debris of humanity.

Misery looked Griffin in the eye. They were almost the same size. He raised an eyebrow in the gloom of the basement, lifting a hand that held a silver necklace with a blood red stone. Griffin grunted, leaning against the wall, then a flash of lust passed through his eyes, and he slowly moved his hands up Misery's torso.