"You are poison to me, but I love how it hurts."
Sebastian and Skye met only months ago, but their story has only started.
A couple months ago, Sebastian and Skye finally told her parents about their relationship... but there was more to the story t...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
I screamed.
But the man just shoved my head back.
Before I could comprehend what was happening, he just dumped the liquid in the syringe down my throat.
I screamed when my tongue caught fire, struggling against the bindings when steam came from my mouth, swarming in the air above my eyes.
He pulled back, laughing as I dropped my head forward, choking on my own blood.
I tasted copper, and I just kept leaning forward, trying to breathe.
He just stepped forward and slammed his fist across my face, making me choke when my head lashed to the side.
He just chuckled darkly, stepping around me while I remained leaning forward.
"Weak," he said, "damaged. Pity." He struck me across the face again, making me yell out, but he just stepped back, chuckling. "I'm going to enjoy killing you."
I remained leaning forward, breathing shallowly. "It's not me."
He slammed his foot into my stomach, making me choke as my body enclosed around the blow. "Shut up!"
I struggled to breathe with tongue and throat burning, and my skin fraying.
"It was North," I continued.
"Shut up! It was you, and you know it!"
I just closed my eyes tightly. "Does your brother know you're doing this?"
He chuckled. "He's is in his own little world of music. He's pathetic. He only cares about himself. He never cared about our family... he never cared to avenge them."
I just stared up lazily, breathing shallowly as he caught the whip again and dipped it in a box beside me.
I was too weak... I couldn't.
It was like acid burning my skin... it was deepening everywhere like a never-ending fire.
I was on fire.
When he pulled the whip out from the box, I saw it dripping a translucent liquid, and I sucked in a breath.
That box is full of daemivenom.
"Please..." I said, "please."
He just stepped over to me, glaring. "Admit it! Admit you killed my little sister!"
"It wasn't me," I whispered.
He just lashed the whip against an exposed wound, and I screamed, arching my back.
"Admit it!"
I choked, the pain burrowing inside me. "It... wasn't... me."
He struck me again, and I yelled out when the lash burned down to muscle.
"You liar!"
The doorbell rang then, and I breathed shallowly, wondering if this was when I'd die.
He cast a look at the door, and then turned to me, dropping the whip. "I'm not finished with you."
I watched hazily as he turned out from the room and went to the front door.
I just heard soft murmuring, and then a sudden—thud!
I gazed up, breaths stilling...
At first, no one ever came.
But my vision framed with relief when a short, thin shadow crept through the doorway.
Tears of relief filled my eyes.
Skye.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
