Beast

Chapter 8 - Beast

Thomas

"You like the smell of their fear, don't you? You like the way their eyes widen with terror, and all hope fades from their eyes as you move in to make the kill." Leon's hot breath brushed against my ear as he whispered into it. The smell of tuna and onion made bile crawl up my throat.

I forced myself to swallow it down, unwilling to give him any satisfaction as he doled out his punishment for the day. The pain in my back replaced the pain in my shoulders. The bastard used a silver-tipped whip today, giving lashings until the skin split, making sure to hit me enough times so they would turn into scars before I could heal them properly.

"You're a monster, a fucking disgrace to all living things. You kill everything you touch and destroy everything within your grasp. You should be dead, just like your disgraceful pack of mutts we slaughtered." He continued. I bit my tongue so hard I could taste blood, trying so hard to ignore him, but the smell of smoke filled