The Angel was out of her
cage now, sitting next to the large throne constructed for him, Venom, their
leader. He didn’t let her roam free,
though. No, he couldn’t let his precious
power source go. The metal collar he had
placed around her neck dug into her skin.
The creatures, the Vipers,
were asleep. He was awake, though. Wide awake.
He was watching her.
“Missy,” he hissed, “you
can feel them, too. Right?”
She didn’t speak.
He tugged her chain,
hard. She let out a small yelp from the
pain.
“Do you feel them?” He
leaned closer, his snake-like face inches from hers. “Do you think they’ll save you?” As he spoke,
the tip of his tongue flicked across her nose.
She shuddered, trying to
pull away. Her disgust made him
laugh. The sound churned her
stomach.
They would save her, she
thought. They would save her, and
everyone else. That was their
purpose. That was what they were brought
here to do. If they couldn’t then…
She didn’t dare think
about that. The hope that they would
find her and free her was all she had to hold on to. Not even Venom could steal that from her.
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