Chapter 415: Resilient Prisoner {1}
"Alpha?"
I ignored the voice behind me. Quietly smoking my cigarette and keeping my eyes on the view. The skies were bright and blinding and the constant wind caused the tree to dance and the loud noises the birds made didn’t go unnoticed. The trees and grasses vibrant in their respective colors, carrying the fresh smell of nature.
This is the closest thing to a clear head since that night, a night that kept playing in my head when I had my fingers buried inside her, squirming and moaning for a release as she coated my fingers with her juices. And each time I think about it I get angry to the point of blinding rage especially when I picture a golden ring with a red gemstone around her finger.
I took a long drag and allowed the smoke to settle within me, I closed my eyes. The smoke had the tendency to blur my mind for a bit and sometimes dulls the bloodlust but does not completely erase it, at least it does for a few seconds and that was the closest thing to peace inside this chaotic brain of mind, a reason why I picked up smoking years ago, for that reason only.
I exhaled with open eyes and the smoke escaped from my nostrils and mouth, I flicked the remaining cigar to the grass and turned to walk and Singe followed behind.
"How is our prisoner?"
"Resilient"
Tell me about it, Emma is a fucking menace in her own way and just as resilient with shit-ass emotions in those pretty green eyes of hers. I have kept this ’Grayson’ locked up and made no attempts to question him, I just isolated him to see if he will lose his mind first with no touch of light or physical contact but it seemed like that is just bullshit, I bet the guy is chilling in the dark.
He isn’t a vampire... I can tell that much but I don’t know if he’s human either, he’s odorless and that is something you don’t see every day because it fucks with the brain when you don’t know your enemy. Well, it’s about time I do it right?
Maybe I will break him... easy and slow.
I’m itching to smoke again but I don’t, I need my bloodlust to a certain degree and very not smoky thoughts. Singe and I took a trip to the basement level through the lift.