Bab 25: Chapter 25: Don't do anything you will regret.
Inside the gloaming wood, someone was already in a suck.
Armstrong was seen roaming in the twilight, the feral life of the wood already took their cover; the daring one attacking and him defending himself from their claws.
Looks like he is enjoying himself. Such a bedlam scene.
He groans. Wait; someone is enraged.
Yes, he is. Furiously ripping the creatures who dare block his way apart. Such gruesome acts.
The appearance of Nomed Demood did something to him, it brought back memories and images. Her daring appearance makes him question his decision. He has already chosen to let her live but not again; he is provoked and he needs to rip her heart apart.
There should be a massacre and he will gladly do it; why not, that's what he lived for, what he symbolizes. Monster, Terror. Yes. He is no different from the torturer of mankind. Call him the devil son. Yes, his actions show he might be dining with the devil himself.
He materialized inside a dark room, there were wailing sounds, shrieking, and gnashing of teeth.
As he strode, his raging deamour; The red light flickering everywhere gave that creepy and eerily mood. Men in agony with their elongated bloody fangs. All chained and hang up heads down. They are being tortured but by who?
ARMSTRONG.
The daredevil who does things the way he wants, the men screeched in pain immediately after he appeared in the room. A dark room with a red light glinting everywhere. These are his inmates and he, their torturer is here to feast on them.
As he walked, it looks like he passing through that phase of his brokenness, regrets, and miseries. His claws growling he is here to graze it. He craves and he wants to get his fulfilment.
But no; he is never a direct killer. There must be frivolity before actual breakfast, preparations, and some steps before the real dish is ready.
He chuckled darkly.
He leaned toward a darker stool that has his precious whips and pick up one of his metal whips. A long thin piece of cord but just this particular one has metal at the tilt and is attached to a handle.
His devious eyes churned and scoured for the lucky one.
Lucky? Never known torturing a soul is considered lucky and fun.
He approached one of the inmates, an older of them all, and plucked his long hair, this particular one was just chains bound and knock over on the floor like a piece of garbage. He grabbed his hair pulling him out and dropping him like a piece of shit.
He smirked mischievously, goggling intensely into the man's eyes, his mouth was taped with a piece of ebony material.
Slash....slash...slash" He whiplashed him, pulling the whip quickly hence inducing the receiver to a full whiplash injury. The man grunt in pain immediately the whip touched down on him; blood splashing all over the room as each lash landed on him.
His mouth was taped, hands bound. He is seriously in real pain.
It is so heartbreaking to watch.
What is his crime to undergo such traumatic punishment from Armstrong?
The rage in his heart needs to calm down. Aggressively sending all the pain with each whip. He lashes and lashes, yet the pain in his eyes ain't stopping.
Seems he is not getting over it. This wrath required one thing. He doesn't want to do it but he can't see himself stopping.
Rip her apart! Rip her heart apart!! Rip her heart apart!!!
The squalling keep ringing and pounding in his head. He is losing his sanity and he can't control his rage.
He snarled strenuously, fronting up and slamming the floor.
His emotions on ice and his pain numb, but the craving is there. Yes the craving to rip her heart apart, the desire to use her cranium as a whiskey cup.
He shredded his garments apart, he is running wild and he needs to do something before he loses his mind.
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Samie, Boyld, and Ramsey were heart-chattering with Mellisa. They are making an effort to take her out of her paranoid state. Samie already noticed how she trembles when he handed her a glass of water. It took heaven knows when for her to gulp it down.
The glares that say if looks can kill, he is very sure none of them will survive.
He does the talking while Boyld does the nurturing parts of checking her skin.
Yuck!! He immediately rolled back her arm he was able to see. The wounds he was not sure if it was healing. Though she is not feeling pain like earlier probably Armstrong sucks up her pain.
That man. He is always unpredictable.
They tried to make her talk but she just stared at them; she is in a lost, confused state and whatever they are saying sounds strange. Probably gibberish.
Well; we won't blame her. She has already been through hell and she is not sure if she will live the next day.
She tried to recall her memories but it looks like a mist was covering it; everything in her brain is blurry. She opened her mouth and closed it. No sound came out.
Hope she hasn't lost her speech ? That will be another thing they aren't ready to deal with.
Boyld used a hand demonstration to convey his words and she just seated looking from one man to another.
What a zombied moment.
"Hello, can you hear me?" Samie waved to her face, signaling with his ears and hands
She giggled foolishly, and Samie froze.
"Where is Armstrong? Samie rose from the bed.
The whole situation is tiring. They can't be moving from one bad phase to another; keeping her alive only for her to display another odd character.
What in the name of dumb behavior is that?
"Did she perhaps hit her head somewhere? Boyld asked and Samie frowned.
"Is she mad? Ramsey blurted out and froze, that wasn't supposed to come out. He wasn't supposed to say that loud but he did and Mellisa heard him.
The men watched her, she shrugged, shaking her head. There were relief sounds in the room at least she is not deaf or mad. Then what about her speaking ability?
Bolyd rushed to her, she tried to talk but a quacking sound follows; that means her throat is dried and she felt pain each time she wanted to say something.
The men looks nice and concerned so her heart feels a bit relaxed at the same time confused.
Boyld hand her a glass of drink, this particular one was produced from the eucalyptus plant, a magic tree believed to have some healing antidotes. Which also produced some oil for medicines.
Mellisa took the glass, staring deeply into the drink. She has these eerie feelings. She got deja Vu and it's weird.
She wanted to reject but she also felt thirsty, she already salivating; so she swallowed her spit.
Should she drink? She take her gaze back to the men and Boyld who couldn't stand her awkward curiosity, took the glass from her and take a mouthful portion of the drink.
Well, they will not blame her, exactly what you will do especially when you have paranoia as a friend and have been through lot of shit.
Now he already cures her curiosity and she carefully brings the cup to her lips trying to gulp it down at one goal but her throat hurts and she snorts.
Ramsey beckoned on Samie for them to take their leave. The girl is okay so no need to stay back.
"Boy, our work is done here, right? He pulled a questioning brows, pulling Samie's hands while walking towards the door but Samie pulled him back immediately and he ended up crashing himself on the chaise lounge.
"What crawled up your ass you punk?"
He turned angrily at him, but Samie waved him still. He looks like he is sorting out some thoughts. Now he looks disturbed.
"Can't you feel it?"
Anxiousness took the best of the men and they still at Samie's sudden outburst.
"Can't you feel what" Ramsey countered him, he looked concerned.
The cool wind swishes gently on the windows curtains and then slowly like something is holding it back, the room that was lively some hours ago lost its vibes as fears immobilized quickly, giving the room that eerie feeling coupled with a strange aura oozing where they can't seems to detect.
A dangling sound was heard and the men were ready to attack whoever is it. As the dangling becomes closer so is the footsteps.
The men had already taken cover and waiting for the danger to unveil itself first.
Speaking of the devil. Their body went rigid for a second immediately Armstrong materialized the room.
His eyes shoot out bloodhunt and they can see he is not in his rightful mind. He looks starved and the way he stared at Mellisa sent signals to their spines
He desired to kill her.
His blood boils. Anger.
What are they supposed to do now?
Give Armstrong a way to rip the poor girl apart?
No!!!
He saved her first, Saved her seconds; he didn't go through all this trouble just to rip her heart out.
They know very well they aren't a match to him; now is the time they need Raiden but he is nowhere to be found.
Arson and Calton; Boyld try to communicate with them to ask for help but they cut him off immediately without hearing him out. Those two are just not someone to depend on. They already made it known they don't want anything to do with Mellisa and when Ramsey reached out to them for help in stopping Armstrong from killing the poor girl, the two laughed their heart out. Told them to allow Armstrong to do his wishes they aren't butting in.
Arson doesn't feel like listening to their fight but from the way they keep calling and calling him, he just took himself back to Mellisa's room.
Armstrong smirked at the sight of the five men ready to stop him from getting his dues. He thumbed clean his left lip and nibbled his tongue mischievously.
The resentment in his eyes was evident in his gaze. He wants to tear her apart and he knows they can't stop her.
He shut his eyes again before opening them, he wishes his men will just give up instead of fighting a lost battle.
The men know they are not a match to him not even Raiden can stand Armstrong's wrath.
The men were ready to fight and forget Mellisa was awake watching them, she crawled up to her knees closer to the wall like a scared lamb.
Well not that she is any different.
She doesn't understand what is going on but judging from the look of things it seems the men are trying to protect her from her predator.
The men know they are not a match to Armstrong but there is no harm in trying.
They know he is not in his rightful sense and they won't stand and watch him rip her heart apart.
Judging from the way he already saved her, he might regret it later. They know something aren't right the moment he left in that mood, but they didn't know it will be like this.
Samie winked at Boyld and he quickie rush to Mellisa trying to pick her up but was yanked back and slammed on the wall by Armstrong.
He groaned on the floor. It happens so quickly that he wasn't able to tell how fast Armstrong was.
Armstrong approached Mellisa's, and she crawled back. Unfortunately, she hit the end of the wall and squalled. She wishes the wall to open an take her away to a safer place.
His hands grab her tiny legs, drawing her closer to his bosom; and she strongly held onto the blanket for her dear life.
But unfortunately, nothing can save her from tasting Armstrong's wrath.
His hands grip her neck and pin her against the wall with her legs dangling for a savior. He stares deeply into her eyes. This is the end of all this torture; the ball is in your court.
Kill her and save yourself and your people forever or save her and face the drastic outcome.
The voice gets louder.
His hold on her tighten and Mellisa struggled for a release. She tried to cough but the grip tighten and become tougher. The oxygen ceased and she gaped for air.
Her life flashed through her eyes, her parents, Odessa, Riana, Jasper, and, all her loved ones. She can see their smiling face wishing her well in her chosen profession. They were happy, celebrating her, and showering her with lots of love, but she failed them.
Her heart break as she thought about her dreams being taken away at a much younger age. She has a lot on her table to show the world as a whole but it seems her life is being cut short.
Her shoulder shrugged, her breathing slowing; she is going this time and she can feel it, she felt dizzy and exhausted. She can't stand it, she tried but it seems the forces she encountered this time are greater than her. She wants to succumb. Yes, she needs to succumb. After all, life has always been a temporary place, maybe it's her destiny to die such a cruel death, strangled by the one who once saved her and give her hope. Her eyes welled up and hot tears streamed freely, and then she closed her eyes peacefully.
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