Chapter 11: The Unconscious Night Fairy
[T/W: Mentions of self-harm and abuse]
[TAMIKO]
"You what, Tamiko? Cut the damn wrist and get it over with. We don't have the whole evening here. Besides, it's the mating ceremony day.
"I should be ready and good-looking for my mate. He or she will be blessed to have me anyway," Gabe said confidently, making Tamiko internally sigh.
"Okay, alpha," Tamiko said, before closing his eyes and running the blade thrice on his wrist. The feeling of the blade ripping through his veins was familiar, the tingling sensation and the cold before the pain hit his nerves was one too familiar.
It was almost different this time, especially when he felt Gabe and his bunch of friends hold him tightly to the side, while another blade cut through his uncut wrist. He was horrified at the pain, worried that he would wake up in a different version of hell.
Then again, it was impossible that there was a hell worse than this, but then he was already used to it anyway.
"Hold on, why is he turning pale suddenly? Did you cut the right vein or did you cut too deep?" Gabe asked ten minutes later, when Tamiko lay on the pavement, unconscious and blood seeping through his wrists.
He may have been out of it, but then to Gabe and his friends, it wasn't a new sight.