him of the pain. He was terrified for a while, sweat covering his face, but as he calmed down and looked around, he

. But to his surprise, it was open. Scanning the place, he realized he was in a huge house-a mansion. He furrowed his br

an eerie silence filled the entire ma

s concerns doubled when he realized he hadn't been alone in the car all those times. He had m

d tried to open the door to leave. He thought he would h

med him, much t

anxious. He ran around to confirm his theory. And w

an islan

judging by the surroundings, the

d why he was there. A conclusion formed in his h

ne.

to kill the owner of that voice. And since they were alone on

g to him. He couldn't just forgive. He didn't want to forgive. His pl

here?" He spoke in the col

hurt you. Just

napped, finally tur

r owner, to kill him right then and there. But that would be an easy death. He wanted to see King devastated. He want

et out of here because I want to see you in agony. I want

minded him of everything that had happened. Much to his annoyance, King d

for a month. If you want to kill me, I'll let y

like he was the only one hurting. Even

grabbed King's collar and smirked. "Give

and everyone he had lost. Perhaps, he could just take what was rightfully his-the

ay seem, but that was

of him tarnish and ruin what his pa

kled. "Ask me anything, Kane. But not t

didn't even try to dodge the punches. He laughed

ws when King collapsed. He lef

o enraged

needed to focus, and he couldn't do t

n the sofa, lost in thought. T

nd found King still

King might have his phone. He could use it t

sed this time. No lifeless amber eyes in sight.

't moving

d been staring at him for

me in the world,

ses all over King's body. He frowne

one when he accidentally lifted the hem of

Was he the one wh

eemed excessiv

is body was battered. His face was covered in bruises, welts, and wounds

ing that int

t quickly, too. He didn't want to jump to concl

o pity the monst

ithin him still

him like this. No. He wanted to kill him

ng in King's pockets.

King to the sofa. Just by lifting him, Kane c

mn

nly courtesy he offered wa

ch else, he spent time reading. The TV was useless-no intern

every plan led to nothing-he couldn't

. Thankfully, he was still breathing.

er than he realized. He only snapped

wake up. But

rying in h

King-crying. H

ppening. He had exper

aving a ni

t tears still streamed down hi

ned in t

rry... I'm sorry..

hat, Kane

his dreams, but rage slowly boiled inside

until he drifted bac

d. He had

scious King, he curs

ith anger, he tossed a

he returned to the room w