"Do you rember the way you used to tornt María José? You think she’d like to see you now? Begging for rcy like a coward?"
His mouth opened, but the words didn’t co. Instead, a pathetic whimper escaped him, and I felt my grip tighten on the knife. I wanted to savor this. I wanted them to drown in their terror.
But I wasn’t done yet. Not nearly.
I took a step back, my eyes flicking between them. They were all shuddering now, their bodies taut with fear and their minds racing to find a way out. But there was no escape. I could hear their hearts beating in ti with mine.
Ruben, the last of them, started to speak in a broken voice. "Please... please, we didn’t an it... We were just trying to please Luis Miguel, we didn’t know—"
I cut him off icily. "Don’t. Don’t you dare say his na. He’s the reason you’re in this ss. He’s the reason you’re about to die."
I could feel the heat of their fear radiating from them, and it sent a thrill coursing through my veins. The scent of their sweat, their terror—it was like perfu to .
Pedro, Gonzalo, and Ruben... My source of entertainnt and pleasure tonight. They thought I was Axel because I wanted them to. Because I had a plan. Because soone had followed us all the way to the woods, playing detective, and I had let them.
I let them feel the urge that sothing wasn’t right, and made them follow. Mind control was a new gift my master had bestowed upon .
For so reason, I thought he was punishing . However, it had been a test after all. To see if I was worthy of María José. To see if I’d forgo my love after a few pains, but I didn’t.
Hence, he was so impressed that he gave another ability.
"It would co in handy with your mission." He’s said.
Like hell it would.
I would never cease to wonder why María José was so special and important to my master. So much that he gave an ability ant for A-level demons. I hadn’t even done enough to be on par with the middle ranks, not to ntion the A-levels.
However, who cares about that when the devil himself considered worthy? I was worthy of love because I’d do anything for my love.
He saw that, and now, he was strongly behind .
"There is a mission ahead of us, but in a few days, all shall be revealed." He’d said.
And I? I just couldn’t wait.
As for the idiot who thought he was smart, hiding behind the oak tree, he was nothing but a puppet. I was that voice in his head, telling him to watch.
"Sothing is off. Follow them. Watch. Listen. Don’t react. Witness."
Why? Because I had a big plan for him. I’d wipe the mory off of him for now. And later, when I needed Axel’s life and reputation to be fucked, I’d unlocked them and this witness shall talk.
Now, back to the limitless fun we were having...
.
These boys were werewolves, of course. Three of them. But tonight, their monstrous strength was nothing more than a mory.
I had already locked their wolves away, buried their power beneath my command. I knew how it felt to be powerless. To be stripped of everything you thought made you invincible.
They couldn’t heal from the cuts I was about to make. They couldn’t shift and tear apart. They were just n now. Flesh and bone. Weak. Vulnerable.
I took a step closer to them, feeling the anticipation rise in like a fire that couldn’t be contained. Their eyes glossed with the sting of betrayal, and for a split second, I almost felt sorry for them.
Instead, I tied them to the trees. This was going to be our little butchery, and I might as well add the aesthetics.
Pedro’s breath hitched in his throat as he struggled against his restraints with wild eyes. He knew what was coming, but he couldn’t stop it.
His heart was racing in his chest, his pulse loud enough for to hear. The wolf inside him was desperate to break free, but it was caged. I was holding it down, pressing it into submission. No healing, no shifting. Just helplessness.
"Please..." Pedro croaked, his voice rough and broken, and I couldn’t help but relish the sound of his desperation.
"Please, Beta Axel, don’t do this. We respected you. We worshipped you. We’ve changed, you’ve seen it yourself. Don’t..."
I cut him off. "Don’t what? Don’t make you pay for what you did to María José? When you thought you could tear her apart, that she’d bow to you like so helpless little thing. But you didn’t count on . Did you?"
I leaned in close, close enough that my breath brushed across his cheek. His scent was suffocating, the blood pumping in his veins like a ticking clock counting down to his inevitable end.
His mouth opened to speak, but no words ca. He was too afraid to beg for rcy. Too afraid to face the truth.
I pressed my hand to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. His muscles were stiff, his body trembling with fear. Fear of . Fear of what I would do next.
Ah... sweet sweet sabor.
I sniffed all the air around him, inhaling it like a junkie high on drugs. Maybe I was... I was addicted to the taste of fear.
"I ask again, Pedro. Do you rember the way you treated her? The way you tornted her because she wouldn’t give your precious Luis Miguel the ti of day? The way you humiliated her, made her feel like nothing?"
I let the words sink in, watching as his eyes flickered with the painful mory of it all. They hadn’t cared about her then. They only cared about tornting her because their stupid leader, Luis Miguel, had a crush on her. And now, look where they were. Begging. Helpless.
I circled around him, making sure they all knew that I was in control. The shadows around us seed to grow, pressing in on them and tightening their chests. They could feel it. They could feel the cold death that was inching closer and closer.
Oh, Big Bad Daddy Luis is coming...
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