Victor Creed X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

He bellowed, his voice raw and cracking. "Do not let them force your hand! Let them take me to the gallows! Death is an honorable end—becoming servant to The Crimson Crest is an eternal curse!" ​Victor stepped forward, his leather boots striking the floor with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Without a word, he unclasped a heavy steel-tipped riding crop from his belt.

He muttered under his breath closing the door behind him as he barged into the familiar space, his heart rapidly drumming against his chest as his brain struggled to remain focus… the walls all around him spinning out of control as he growled irritably… “Ahh! What the fuck is going on… my head… ahh!” Victor slumped onto to cold tiled floors; pulling on his hair in sheer mental torment, yelling in confusion as a series of images invaded his subconscious mind… his thoughts were thrown into complete and utter chaos as trails of red liquid poured out from the corners of his orbs… his eyes were bleeding. ********************