His Words (An AntiSepticEye Story)

Chapter Twenty Four

The young woman stalked towards towards the bloodthirsty demon, naive to just how angry he was. His whole demeanor seemed calm, as if he was having a late afternoon stroll. She knew not to underestimate him, she had seen how angry he could get especially since he had so much hatred towards Dark and herself.

Anti watched her carefully when he had turned around, seeing all of her through the darkness. Her mulberry hair had a slight wave to it as it cascaded down to her lower back, her eyes still the beautiful mix of green and brown, her skin however had gotten tanned as if she just came back from an exotic beach. She smiled at him, but there was only malice behind it. Anti saw through her whole facade.

"Your time is up, girlie." He spoke, his voice held no emotion much like his eyes. He gave nothing away to her. He had already given too much to others.

"Oh, is it? That's a shame. But, before you kill me, I have a question." She held her pointer finger up as if to pause him, looking at him almost teasingly.

This peaked Anti's curiosity and he almost let it show through, he sighed, "Fine, go ahead."

Her mask of happiness dropped to that of resentment, glints of malevolence in her eyes as she spoke to him. "How have you been getting along without your wings?" Her voice was sly, it almost sounded as if she actually cared but she didn't. He knew she didn't.

He tried to remind himself that she was just saying it to rile him up, that she was just saying it to anger him. He tried desperately to will himself into keeping a reaction from her, to show no emotion but he couldn't help it. A deep scowl broke out onto his face, a blackness stretching over his eyes as he glared at her, anger pulsing through his body.

She was ready for his attack, but she didn't expect him to lose full control. He lashed out, not thinking about his movements as all he saw was red. His claws slashed in her direction, not even feeling when he was hitting anything, not even hearing when his claws scratched against the stone next to him to create a deafeningly high pitched noise. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Invidia, but it didn't make a difference to the demon.

Fear now swallowing her, the siren made a run for it with her heels clacking against the concrete. alerting Anti of her escape plan.

"Come back, Little Siren!" He snickered, lunging forwards with his claws outstretched. The sharpened nails managed to tangle themselves in the siren's hair and tugged as hard as he could onto it when he got a good grip. A pain filed scream erupted from Invidia's throat, her eyes widening as she fell back into Anti.

Quickly, he ripped one hand out of her hair and placed it tightly around her throat, allowing his nails to dig in, while his other hand kept a strong grip on her hair, yanking it at random times. A sadistic grin sat upon Anti's face as he watched her chest heave up and down, she was desperate for air. He felt adrenaline coarse through him at having her life sitting in his hands. His mind ran wild with different ideas as of what to do. Should he toy with her life she did to him? Should he make it quick for her? No, she doesn't deserve that. Should he torture her? Ooooh! That sounds good.

"I think it's only fair that since you mentally and emotionally tortured me for years, that I physically torture you just as much, hm?" He sneered into her ear, chuckling after his words.

He loosened his grip on her throat slightly so she could respond, a strained sob escaping her. "No! Anti, Please, I'm sorry. Please, don't. Just make my death quick!"

"Oh, so now that your life is on the line you decide to call me by the name I prefer! You bitch!" He teleported them both into a dark basement, with the flip of a switch the contents of the room is revealed to them both. Equipment of all sorts littered the room, some connected to the walls or the floor, but they all had one thing in common. To inflict pain.