After being knocked unconscious, even the knife stabbing him through his shoulder wasn't enough to jar him out of it. Along with the stream of blood pouring from the new hole in his arm, his face was also bruised and pale. Slowly he opened his eyes, small moans emitting from his throat as he tried to will himself out of his haze. At first, the ( Read more... )

A didn’t want Anslem to leave the room, but he knew that there was a good chance that he hadn’t eaten anything in nearly a week, and therefore food would be wise at the moment. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that his friend was back, that this mansion had somehow taken mercy on him and seemingly granted him his wish. But it ( Read more... )

A had the distinct feeling of déjà vu as he woke. He’d been in a seemingly perpetual state of slumber and half wakefulness for (what felt like) days. He knew that Y was keeping him sedated (rather than keeping his promise of killing him), and that these moments were fleeting before he would return and drug him again. A had no idea if he was being ( Read more... )