Thread:Feed Her To The Wolves/@comment-34928186-20191112022657/@comment-36459171-20191124031423

He couldn't say he expected her analysis, but he did agree with her. It was simply because he cared not for them, they were all but pawns for him to move, to control, and who would care deeply for something so disposable? He couldnt understand why no one agreed with him, they were too caught up with their feelings of 'love' for one another that they refused to acknowledge it was only a life filled with pain and regret.

The moment she spoke of his childhood, he could recall the days like they happened yesterday. Constantly the others had picked on him, thrown the nearest sharpest or damaging object at him, and most of the time did draw blood and bruises. But he refused to give them the satisfaction of his defeat, and what better than to not react at all? Even at one point where he was knocked near unconcious, his body covered with wounds and bones probably broken, he gave them that blank stare, and watched with internal glee as confusion overcame their once victorious faces.

When she had leaned against his arm, he stiffened, unsure of what to do. Was she fainting? What was she doing? He could feel his heart speed up in his chest, warmth seeping to his face, and yet he made no move to acknowledge it. He hated the feeling since he didn't know what it was, and he despised being left clueless. The moment was ruined when Abba had, of course, decided to stroll up and assert her dominance over him, though witnessing what she had done, this had been the last straw.

He stood up from where he sat calmly, the shadow from his large physique looming over Abba. He stared her down with a different kind of look, it wasn't empty and devoid of emotion, but rather it was malicious and ominous, only a peek into his own mind and morals. Within a blink of an eye, he bunched up her hair in his hand and ripped it from her scalp forcefully, enough to draw blood. Swiftly after that he landed an elbow into her ribs before kicking her legs from under her in one quick movement. Slowly he leaned in, and beneath his breath he muttered with venom, "Lay a finger on her once more and I promise that they will not find your corpse within the next hour." His voice was calm, but the message was there, and at that moment it became clear that this quiet, stoic man was not one to show mercy.

He watched as she scurried off, turning to Eurythmic with a sigh, "She shouldn't be bothering you anymore." He offered her his hand and hoisted her up with ease.