Feast of Crows - Lyra & Malachi
Malachi was completely silent. The chains on his wrists that bound him to the wall were tight, but despite the discomfort that he felt the vampire did not struggle. He looked forward, sitting calmly. Not sure that he deserved more than this, it might have been. His lips were sealed because he had nothing to say, and so he gazed instead toward the shadowy faces that filled the room around him. A small perk of his ears indicated that he might have noticed that they were speaking. Their words, however, were blurred to him – perhaps they were gossiping, discussing the many different tortures of this and that which they felt should be bestowed on the prisoner before them. They were not real. He repeated like a mantra. Not real. It was all a result of his starvation. And boredom. the least Ollie could’ve done is leave him a book to read. Bastard. He tried to shut his eyes for a moment to keep the phantoms at bay but when he opened them again he saw something far worse than anything he could have imagined. The blonde vampire stood by the doors with her usual amused grin on her face. Fuck, now he wanted the hallucinations to come back. ❝What do you want? Came to enjoy the show?❞
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