His Prophesied Luna
He dragged his fingers out after he had created two finger sized holes on both of his cheeks, and Kent stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers while the pain from his cheek holes permeated his bones.
It would eventually heal, but that was the worst part. The look in Devon’s eyes told him that he’d create the holes again and again till his body is unable to heal itself.
“I am going to give you two options,” Devon started while wiping his bloodstained fingers on a handkerchief , drawing Kent out of his racing thoughts, “you can either tell me the truth I seek, and in return I’ll protect you from your alliance, or I can tear you apart, limb by limb and feed your skin and bones to the vultur
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