*
It was getting worse, impossible to ignore the urges that told him to hunt and maim the little moth, but he knew he couldn’t. If he wanted any of his plans to succeed he had to keep Charlie’s trust, and as such, her annoying bug friend.
The pain of tearing flesh was intoxicating and the only thing that helped distract him from his own mind.
Whips, beatings, the searing pain of lead in his chest as his vision slowly darkened. They all swirled around at once in a turmoil as his body shook violently.
“Leave...or die.” It was a very real warning.
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