The Two Kings and the Lost Elder
“Awe, what's wrong, Anwil? Did you not like it when it’s done to you? How do you think Roman or Naham felt each time you raped and fed from them?”
Luther charged the front of the cell, hitting the bars with his body as he reached through, trying to grab Ezra.
“I'm going to fucking kill you! I'm going to kill you slowly,” Luther said angrily, his voice cracking as he tried not to cry.
“You wish you could kill me, but you can't,” Ezra said as he brought his face close to the bars, inches from Luther's face.
“No one can! I'm not going to kill you or your brother. I'm going to keep you two alive and do to you what you did to all of those innocent souls. You will suffer no less than 510 years. Th
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