𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍// 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟖

Will cried out, writhing in his chains as the demons swarmed him. Blood leaked from his nose, splattering on his filthy doctor's uniform.

The demons stopped feeding at General's Blyden's command. "Swear fealty," he ordered.

"Go to Hell!" Will snarled, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his lab coat. His cyan eyes were cold and hard, unyielding.

Blyden growled in annoyance, turning to the doorway as the demons disappeared.

"How long have I been here?" Will blurted.

The general turned and gave him a long look, his silver eyes gleaming. He shrugged, his red cloak shifting with the movement. "Around two months?"

Will's grime-smeared face was a mask as he nodded in acknowledgement.
Blyden turned and walked out, closing the cell door behind him. It shut with a loud bang, echoing through the room, making Will flinch. He blinked, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dark.