KESTER.

Ever wondered why horror hits differently at night?

Of course you fucking haven’t.

But I’ll tell you for free.

It’s the thrill.

The fucking fear.

The blood.

The darkness.

And the screams… God, the fucking screams.

They echo louder. They mean more. They feed something inside.

See, night strips you down. Turns the hunter into a goddamn beast. Turns the prey into something worth chasing.

And right now?

I am not Kester. That man died the second my mate screamed through that screen.

I am what you birth when you break something sacred. This is the part where the devil prays I never catch up.

Because horror thrives at night.

And I just became its fucking god.

think you’ve

Rage is a

This?

nuclear core. A

know what I see? I

Kex…

for death and

the gods he never

don’t come, he’ll

now, let’s hear how loud

weapons displayed on the small table like I was

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couldn’t tell if it was the lights,

tell if it was too loud in here or if I had just become overly sensitive. Perhaps it was Zeth, who had been

part of this. So, we both agreed we’d

serve you, brother–in–law?” I came to a stop in front of Wes, tilted my head, and smiled down

gagged and tied to the chair with reinforced silver cuffs. His eyes were wide like he just realized

setting I wanted the room to have, and my men did a perfect job. Now I felt like the villain in a horror movie. Or, should I

I leaned in, just enough

whispered. “What did you say? Need water? A priest? Or…” I

you’d prefer

mumbled something again and shook

I said cheerfully, waving two of my men forward like a game

behind the gag, with spit flying

wish I

Didn’t people say he was all ice and stone? Why was he screaming like a little girl? Even my Kasmine didn’t scream this way in all those videos they made me watch, and she had

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