Let's take a break from the laughingstock, shall we?
*slight trigger warning*
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"You're tearing my family apart!" Milo screamed. He hadn't cried in years, this was the first time. His hair was a mess, and tear marks stained his cheeks.
The Skin taker looked down at the boy. "Exactly. Isn't this what you wanted?" Skin taker spoke in his creepy voice as he sewed something. Probably an addition to his cape.
"You can't just keep me in here. God, you watch me every second to make sure I don't get out. God knows what you'll do next!" Milo reached for the sword he usually kept on his belt. Skin taker had took it. "YOU ASSHOLE!" He scowled. His legs were held to his chest to hide his crying.
"There, there, milo. Once I'm satisfied with how sad they've been, you can go back."
"Let me go home...for Valentine's Day...." Milo choked back tears.
Skin taker didn't say a word for a minute or two.
"P-please." Milo whined. Milo was never like this. He usually hid his feelings, or stayed strong, but he missed his brother. He missed picking on Percy. He missed fooling around with Janice. He wanted to go home.
"Pack your things." Skin taker stood up.
Milo looked up. Not saying a word.
Skin taker gave milo back his weapons as he put his gloves, scarf and vest back on.
"You'll go back tomorrow."
