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short but important chapter.

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Devastation.

UNKNOWN POV.

My fingers tightened around her neck, pressing her harder against the wall. Her plump lips parted as she gasped for breath, sweat glistening on her forehead. Her whole frame was trembling. She was petrified, terrified and stupified by everything in general.

Her hazel eyes rolled back as my grip slowly started reducing her oxygen supply. Her chest heaved as she gasped, tears tracing her cheeks. I casually trailed the pocket knife down those rosy cheeks till they reached her jawline. Softly caressing the edge with it, I stared at her.

"Tell me baby. You're gonna do it, aren't you?" She quivered again, as fresh tears brimmed her eyes. I rolled my eyes at her weak state, wanting to supress her down just like I did to 'that' part of me.

"I need words bitch!" The knife inched closer to her soft skin, allowing a drop of blood to trail down her neck.

"I-I can't." She whispered breathless. "S-she has g-gone through a l-lot." She tried to reason out again, trying to brainwash 'us' again. Enraged, I tightened my hold more against her slender neck. Her eyes widened at the sudden pressure, as her struggles to escape became more aggressive. I slammed her harder against the wall.

"She deserves that! She fucking deserves that!" I snarled. The demons growled too, a havoc created in my mind again as I felt that person in me trying to come up again. But I was quick in suppressing.

"B-but she is already broken. Can you imagine how d-devastated she would be, on finding this o-out?" She managed to stammer out while gazing into my eyes. And somehow, like black magic, her words and her gaze struck hard.

Not only because it was true, but because her eyes resembled hers. She had those mesmerizing, hypnotic eyes of Ivy. The hazel brown ones in which I would find myself drowning everytime she gazed at me. And the hatred she showcased, seemed like it was Ivy herself, who was standing there, whom I was choking here, upto whose neck I had held my knife upto.

I blinked my eyes twice, to refresh my eyesight. Meeting her eyes again, I clenched my jaw. She wasn't Ivy. But she had to have the same eyes as hers. She had to have similar features as hers.

And why would she not? She was her fucking sister. Her biological sister.

I scowled at her and neared my face to hers. "You'll do as I say. Or I will have to take the rough path."

I stepped back and loosened my grip from her, not before pushing her aside. She toppled forward on her own foot, her head lowered as she gasped for breath. Her blonde streaks shimmed under the dim light.

"Beware, So."

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I scanned my tattoo under the radar. The floor underneath jerked up once and in front of me, opened the pathway to a route underground. I glanced around once making sure that no one was following me.