Suki:
"Yorick, listen, please. You need to listen to . You cannot do this to . I have been dead for far too long. I am finally alive. You cannot take it all away from ," I pleaded, panicking as the words spilled out.
I started revealing everything, desperate for him to believe .
Even though he had already told it would not change anything, I still wanted his attention, so proof that I mattered, that I was capable of sothing.
"I have one last wish from one of the monsters in the north," I cried.
Nothing I said seed to matter to him. He allowed his warriors to drag aside and push toward one of the rooms. I did not know what it was, but it filled with dread.
Everything seed to stop the mont I was shoved against a door.
"Do you know whose bedroom this is?" Yorick asked as he stepped up behind them, pointing toward the room next to where I stood. "This is my bedroom. You really thought you would co here and stay in this room, didn’t you?" he remarked, laughing and shaking his head.
"I didn’t. Trust , I’m telling you it was Oriana. I am Suki," I insisted. "Do you really think I would co up with a lie this detailed if I were Oriana? I would have taken soone else’s na. Why would I choose Suki’s na?" I argued, trying to make him understand.
As they pressed my ear hard against the door, I heard growling and grunting from inside, and panic took hold of .
"No!!! Yorick, do you have a monster here? No, you cannot do this to . I’m a crusader. We fought in the north together. How can you do this to ?" I scread as they pulled away from the door, just as Yorick stepped forward and opened it.
"Yorick, stop it. Do you think Clentine will ever forgive you for this?" I shouted at the top of my lungs, grunting and kicking in the air.
My foot swung toward Yorick’s back, but I missed.
"Like I said, no one will tell her," he replied coldly. "Do you think I will let my innocent Clentine be exposed to all these disgusting secrets? No. These kinds of traumas are for people like you and the others."
The way he ntioned everyone else froze for a mont. It was true. Yorick had lost his mind.
"It is not my fault what Oriana did to you. Please, please let go. I cannot die again. Please," I begged, crying out as freedom slipped just out of reach.
Yorick stepped aside, revealing what kind of monster they had brought here for, and my breath caught in my throat.
"What the hell?" I muttered, my eyes widening as I stared at the figure in front of .
It was not a man. It was not a monster either. Whatever it was, it was deeply unsettling.
An old man sat in chains in the corner. His fingernails were long, his claws oversized.
He looked like sothing pulled straight from a grave, with exaggerated facial features and expressions.
"What is that?" I asked, breathing deeply and unevenly.
"That is my brother. That is the predator," Yorick said, lowering his voice as he stepped closer. "And you," he continued, pointing between my eyes, "are his prey. His food for the night."
When he finished, he stepped aside, and the warriors began pushing toward the door.
I fought with everything I had, but they had injected wolfsbane into earlier, and I could not resist. I had fought monsters in the north before, but this ti was different. I did not understand what had changed.
Fear had taken over.
Once I was pushed inside, they slid the silver bars shut, and that terrified even more. They wanted to watch the whole scene, which was why silver bars now stood where the door had been.
"So, how is she dealing with the revelation?" Yorick’s mother asked as she arrived, shoving her hands into her lab coat pockets and watching through the bars with excitent on her face.
"Please, Lady Rimi, you’re a woman like . Don’t do this to ," I begged, but it was too late.
The monster behind began to move. I heard his chains rattle.
I slowly turned around and took deep, heavy breaths, trying to steady myself. As soon as he attacked, I dodged him and kicked him in the back.
I had done sothing different last ti. I had focused on pulling Clentine down, and it had gotten killed.
This ti, I decided to fight hard, to fight for myself, to face the monster alone instead of forcing soone else to do it for .
With or without the wolfsbane, I was going to fight until my last breath, so that even if I died this ti, I would not die helpless.
I ducked as the creature lunged at , its chains scraping loudly across the floor as one claw missed my head by inches.
I drove my elbow into its ribs, but the impact barely slowed it before it slamd its shoulder into my chest, knocking the air out of .
It looked old, yet it was still strong, and that was the frightening part. I rolled across the ground just in ti, its claws tearing into the stone where my head had been.
I kicked out hard, catching its knee, and it let out a low, guttural sound as it staggered back. I noticed that every ti I hit it, it recovered quickly.
Then it grabbed my arm and squeezed until pain shot through my shoulder. The worst ca when I saw the hunger in its eyes as it bit into my arm.
It was not a bite out of anger or ant only to hurt. It felt like it was tasting my flesh.
When I placed my hand on its head and shoved it back, it tore a piece of flesh from my arm with it, biting down and chewing.
The sight froze in place, and then it ca at again for more.
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