Curse II

[Den of Wolves – Present Day]

Sylas slowly got up from the ground. His vision is hazy but he could hear the screams of his allies; too loud to be muffled by the ringing in his ears. He doesn’t care about them though. All he cares about is getting back up because, as soon as he’s back on his feet, then he can return the favor to the elf. Cutting her wrists before cutting her down in half. That’s the plan.

But things didn’t go as he planned. Just when he’s about to get back up, he could see Sylvie walking towards him. He recognizes her feet and ankles. There are scars on it that he inflicted. A seeming signature that he’s proud of because, every one of these tells him that he owns the body of his slave as well. Though these same feet are now moving towards him to probably end his life.

I’m fucked are the words running through his head. Time seemed to move slower as he felt death closing in. That is until the feet stopped moving.

“Huh?”

Sylas waited for any slight change. This might be
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