It was all over in a matter of seconds. Austin was pulled away from me with the force of a hurricane and no sooner had I seen his eyes widen in fear, they were looking up at from the floor, torn from his skull. An unearthly scream echoed throughout the basement before a squelching, tearing sound silenced it forever. I felt something warm splash my legs and tried to blink through my dehydrated fog to see it; I could have laughed from the sheer justice of it, but I was too badly injured. Austin’s eyes, head and heart lay at my feet alongside his torn off genitals. A wave of exhaustion and relief washed over me and I blacked out for a few seconds, before my saviour released me from my chains catching me as I fell. “Whoa whoa whoa, not yet. Stay with me”, the firm voice said. “Wyatt…you came for me…”, I whispered through parched lips. A large strong hand softly stroked my hair before I felt something wrapped around my body to protect my modesty. “No, not Wyatt, sweetheart. It’s me, C
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