The moment he saw me, his breath hitched, his body convulsing as the stench of urine filled the air. "Don't—don't—" he whimpered, his voice breaking into a high-pitched wail. "Take me away from him! Take me away! AAAAAAAA—!"
I chuckled, low and dark, the sound crawling through the air like a curse. My gaze flicked to Max, who stood panting, his chest heaving from the effort. "What is your name?" I asked, my voice calm, almost conversational.
"S-Sir," he stammered, his voice shaking. "My name is Max."
"You did a good job, Max," I said, my tone carrying the weight of a promise.
Max's eyes widened as he took the blade, his fingers trembling around the handle. "T-Thank you, sir," he managed, his voice thick with awe.
I turned my attention back to Tyler, who was still shrieking, his body jerking as if he were trying to crawl out of his own skin. "Look at you," I said, my voice dripping with amusement as I stepped closer to the bed.
