I Hope You Are Allergic To Nuts

“Come to join us? Or are you here to rescue your knight in shining armor?” I grit my teeth, and the sparks flare up. “Or maybe he is your Prince Charming!” Weyden mocks me with that sadistic grin of his. Now even more sadistic with the blood covering his skin.

I lower my gaze to look at Dagon. His eyes are barely open, but he is staring right at me. ‘Run,’ he mouths at me. ‘safe yourself.’

I ignore him.

We leave together, or not at all.

I break eye contact to witness Weyden letting down his favorite toy – the hooked whip – down on Dagon’s tattered back. The latter cries out in pain. The small hooks from the whip sink into his heavily bleeding muscles and rip them open.

But it was not just Dagon’s scream that fills the air. Mine does too.