Kiel
I didn't flinch when Michelle screamed. Her voice grated against the stone walls like nails clawing over metal, sharp and broken and desperate. The wolves I had summoned were merciless—teeth snapping, claws ripping into her skin with wet, tearing sounds that echoed in the hollow room. I stood over her, chanting the incantation that kept the pack of summoned beasts under my control.
"End it," I ordered, my voice cutting through her shrieks like a blade.
But they didn't stop right away—they toyed with her, dragged out her punishment until I snapped, "Enough!" and they pulled back, panting and licking their bloodstained fur.
Michelle lay there—a heap of mangled limbs and crimson. Her hair was tangled, her eyes wide with disbelief that this was how her story ended. I smirked faintly, my chest rising and falling heavily. "You should've known not to play with fire," I muttered, stepping closer. "You wanted chaos, Michelle. You got it."
