@mangominho
Pick up the damn phone, is all Zsadist could think about. He needed to get out of here, the humans tried to patch him up before locking him up but they had no idea of the poison that was working its way through his bloodstream. He couldn’t focus fully therefore he was unable to compel the police and talk his way out of it this time. “Minho!” He barked into the phone soon as his friend picked up, “get down here… Pick me up.” His voice was rough as the pain started travel into his chest making it harder to breathe.














