he stairs at the work he’s done — the mutilated body of an innocent as a result from his rage — remorse is no where on his mind, but, then again, it never is. they had it coming. he licks the bit of blood that splashed on his lips during the maiming and a low growl thunders through the air.
❝ as always, it’s my pleasure to serve. ❞ the words came off his lips calmly, but there was no shred of truth in them. if it was up to ky, he would have done something far more enjoyable than watch, but he didn’t have a choice. at least lately. ❝ — anything else? ❞