“William!” He wailed in despair as if that would do anything.
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“You’re too late,” Vinnie said, whimpering as he walked closer to Noah. As much as he didn’t like to admit this, he was under Habit’s influence by a long shot. Habit did save him after all, so he owed his life to the demon.
William gasped in pain as Habit stomped on his chest, knocking the air out of him. Habit’s cackles ripped through the house as he pulled William from his hair to the basement he had. Slamming the brit’s head against the sturdy basement door before he paced around to a room that Noah hadn’t been able to get into at all, and yet he was able to get in there without a problem?
William had tried to scramble up to stop him from going in there before he fell back against the wall from his concussions. Habit laughed and walked back over. What he had in his hands were metal cables, hooks, various amounts of pictures of children and their families. It was honestly creepy. William had these?
Habit opened up one that had been tucked away neatly in an envelope. “AHHH… THIS ONE, SHE WAS YOUR FIRST ONE, NOW WASN’T SHE?” He asks the cowering male. William shook his head, “No… I don’t know her!” He pleads, “OH? BUT, YOU KNOW HER FATHER. YOU KNOW THAT YOU LOVED HIM.” Habit can’t help but chuckle as William shouts indecencies at the male. “I THINK YOU AND NOAH FIT TOGETHER THOUGH, BOTH OF YOU HAVE A FOUL MOUTH.” And it was then when Habit shoved a hand into the male’s mouth, hook in another as he started to hook onto William’s tongue.
Vincent watched Noah roll around as a way to get out of the house. Vincent sighed shakily and trembled as he approached Noah as the male made his way to the stairs. He pressed his foot against the male before pushing him down the stairs with a shove.
Even though he knew this wasn’t the case, he hoped Noah would just die from that. But it wouldn’t, Vinnie knew Noah was pretty sturdy...
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