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Tremors rack my body as Nicholai pushes me into the other room. Before I can turn around and ask him if we can go home, I'm watching his retreating figure and the door slams in my face, eliciting a flinch from me.
A warm hand rubs my shoulder before turning me around. I look up at Ezekiel who stares down at me in concern.
I fall into his chest, loving how warm I felt when I was against him.
"You'll be okay pretty girl; I promise you'll be okay" He makes a promise to me as his arms come to wrap around my body. I cling to him how I cling to Nicholai even though I've just met this man. I've dropped so low in life it's insane.
It makes me cry into Ezekiel harder, my body shaking violently.
"It's bad, it's so bad" I cry, knowing that I'm only confusing the poor man further with my random words.
He doesn't say anything, and I spew words mixed with sobs into his chest until I realize how pathetic I sound. I hiccup, trying to regain my awareness and step away from him.
"I'm sorry, so sorry" I apologize for the mess I made on the man's shirt. My bottom lip trembles as I fight my sobs, tired of crying.
I just want to go to bed, so bad, that's all I want.
"Stop apologizing, I'll ask boss if I can take you home," he says hesitantly walking towards the door that leads to the other room.
He has a short conversation with Nicholai before he comes back into the room. He mutters a line of curses under his breath before looking at me with sorrowful eyes.
"He wants you to stay and watch" he whispers, mixing some words together because of how quickly he says them.
Watch? Watch what? God, please don't let him kill this man. I pray but recently prayers haven't been working.
"It's okay, I won't make you watch," he says, taking ahold of my hand and pulling me to a corner in the room. He stands against the wall, facing the glass and I stand in front of him. He looks behind me and exhales heavily as I hear an almost wet tearing sound. Then a scream, so loud the mic can't pick up on the noise fully.
I turn my head to look ignorantly and catch a glimpse of the man with his stomach gashes open, an organ slightly peeking out of the wound. Before I could analyze the man any further Ezekiel's warm hand gripped tightly onto my face and made me face him. I let out a quiet whimper wanting to be away so fucking bad.
"Shh, look at me. Listen to me" He tries his best to soothe me but the blood running through my vein's pounds in my head like a stampede of bison.
"I ca-, what is he doing? Make him stop please" I beg but I know he can't stop or make Nicholai do anything. There are more sounds of flesh ripping, skin boiling, and bones snapping.
But I try, I try hard to not listen. I watch Ezekiel's calm demeanor and try my hardest to mirror it. His soft brown eyes prompted my breathing to calm.
