Chapter 368: Volume 2: The Dark Alpha {1}
FIVE YEARS LATER
DACE
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Insatiable...
There is meaning to that particular word, usually depicted as an unquenchable desire, the excessive need and to be starved for something, either something you want or obsessed about. To be insatiable is to want something to the point of no return.
I have been insatiable for years and my violent blood only added to the mix, I thirst for many things... fuck, the need to kill, to subdue and control many things. But right now my insatiableness was centered on a particular thing... The blood of all my enemies.
And like wrath I will take it in any means necessary, there is nothing terrifying than an unsedated hunger, it thickens in your throat and makes it dry to the point you assumed its thirst, but not even water can hold it or ease the constriction, just your worldly desires.
The clock’s ticking and it’s the only sound that filled the small room, as well as the sound of the cloud of smoke leaving my lips as I took drags from my cigarette, allowing the burn to settle deep in my chest, a sensation I welcomed.
"You hear it?" I asked. "The clocks are ticking" I faced the man tied up behind me, the ropes weren’t doing any job, they were just keeping him in place, but the visible bite mark from me was doing all the work I needed... keeping him sedated. Right now even a drunk was even more sane than him.
He groaned, too weak to even raise his head at the sound of my voice. He’s self-aware but the rest of his strength was taken away from him. The helpless reeks off him and it makes me more pleased that I have control.
"As much as I would love to talk more, I’m running out of patience," I said, taking my seat on the iron chair before me. "And I’m not a patient man"