Alpha's Hidden Chains
There’s a cruel indifference in his tone, as if this is just another twisted game, and not the end of a life.
“Nah, it’s a mess, I don’t want to touch it again,” Jared replies, his voice laced with casual disgust. “But thanks for thinking of us.” He adds the last part with a sneer, as though this is some twisted camaraderie between them, a shared contempt for the broken thing they’ve reduced me to.
Jansen’s voice follows, sharper, more repulsed. “All its holes are spent, why bother?” His words are cold, devoid of any humanity, as though I am nothing more than a ruined toy, discarded once it no longer provides amusement.
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