He could feel its thick, hard nails pressing down ever so lightly on his soft, sensitive neck. Asher was shaking, feeling the edges of its nails that left trails of dirt and something sticky on his skin.
“P-p-please...” Asher started, begging for his life like it was the only thing left he could do. “P-please don’t...”
He didn’t know how he’d finish that sentence. What could this monster possibly do? Would it kill him? Or would it play with him first and torture him as much as Asher could take until there was no more of his will left. He didn’t know and didn’t want to, but how could he get out of a situation like this!?
The creature hissed the same low, harsh hiss that Asher had heard a couple or more times before, right after he’d entered the castle. It continued to run its dirty, rough hands over the shaking boy as if it were trying to calm a hysteric baby. But Asher stayed quiet, afraid that a single sudden sound from him would trigger a bad reaction and he was not too keen on the idea of getting his head suddenly ripped off from his own body.
Calm down, Asher, he thought, shutting his eyes tight as he bit his lips, trying to bear the moment as if it would pass.
His thoughts were interrupted by a low growl that emitted from the creature. It turned into a husky, psychotic kind of laugh and Asher felt more tears threatening to slide down his cheeks. He tried hard to will them off and keep them from sliding down his face and onto the creature. He just hoped that it would get bored of him before the thought of hurting him in any kind of way would pass through the creature’s head.
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