CHAPTER FORTY-TWO (42)

Boisterous howls ate like a horse in his ears, his hands clasped tightly on the sheets, his eyes shut tightly and strenuously.

The hoots, the howls, the squeals, reverberated in his head, echoing garish than they ever did before.

Fumes, houses on fire, people on fire, cadavers, tears of children, blood, blood, and lots of blood, they all glinted before his eyes. Raw fangs, deep gory eyes, bloody claws, silver power, deterred energy, more flashes in his vision.

"Monster!"

"He's a murderer!"

"He's a curse, a beast!"

Pained-filled voices resonated, caterwauling. Sweats tackled down his forehead as contemplating groans left his lips, his grasp tightening more and more on the sheets, sharp claws and energy stifling the space.

"You're my dog, you'll do everything I ask!" 

An order from a tormenting voice now took over