Zakar walked out of the refectory with his fists clenched, his steps heavy against the polished stone floor. The silence of the wide hallway pressed on him more than Melissa's voice had. Her words wouldn't leave his head they crawled through his mind like worms gnawing through a rotten fruit.
"Kill Justin, and you'll have your friends back."
The sound of her voice still lingered, feminine yet carrying a haunting finality. He didn't know if it was a threat, an order, or a twisted kind of contract. All he knew was that it was real.
"Tch…" He spat into the quiet air, his voice low and bitter. "Giving me such an inhuman task… to kill Justin? Fuck!" His words echoed faintly through the corridor, bouncing back at him.
His head ached, but not from fatigue. It was the weight of choice, the sick reminder of what he had once been. He let his hand brush the wall as he walked, the cold stone cooling his temper.
