@creaturesx continued from [X]
He swore he’d never let them take him again. Not after barely escaping with his life the last time.
Somehow, though, they’d tracked Mal down, laid in wait and trapped him for a second time, despite how careful he had been to stay as far under the radar of any hunters as he could, going so far as to avoid contact with humans as much as physically possible.
The only way they could have...
Malachi couldn’t bear the thought that he’d been set up again, but the only way they could have found him was through Ryland, and suddenly that seemingly-chance crossing of their paths again did not appear nearly as coincidental.
He couldn’t help think the worst. That history was repeating itself, only this time it had come to finish the job.
The chains themselves were made of iron this time around, not just spelled to prevent him using his magic, and the metal against his skin burned like fire, Malachi biting back everything he had not to scream in agony and give the Mahlendorfs the satisfaction of hearing how much pain he was in.
It was his first night home in two weeks and Ryland was exhausted already. He hated it here but what choice did he have? Dad said to get his ass back home and he complied because the alternatives were never worth it.
He should have known something was off when the old man actually seemed happy to see him. Said he had a special treat for him. Then he asked what ammo was in the gun.
Silver. It was almost always silver. Ry’s specialty was shifters, werewhatevers, things that didn’t do well with the metal. It was the only weapon he still had on him when he walked inside and even then he wasn’t thrilled about it.
“Won’t be needing that,” Coltrane had told him, holding his hand out for the gun before steering Ryland around to the back, to one of the holding buildings. Soundproofed, easy to hose down floors with drains in the floors and incinerators for after. No mess, no bodies, no proof.
He opened the door and pushed his son inside, locking it behind him and waiting for the response.
It took Ryland a few seconds for his brain to catch up to what his eyes were seeing, a look of absolute horror twisting his features. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be a horrific nightmare.
“Think it’s time you finish what was started, boy. And by god if you don’t make that thing hurt, it’ll be you chained to that seat next.”
