"BELLA!" Milo screamed as he watched chunks of flesh be ripped from his lovers neck. "Leave her!" Fizz screamed, ripping Milo's fingers from the ground and helping him to his feet. Milo couldn't feel his legs, he couldn't feel his body, and most of all, he couldn't feel his heart.
Milo recalled those precious times they'd previously shared together. Their first Valentine's Day was his favourite. He'd taken her to a diner just outside of town, and after they got home, Milo gave her the spanking that she deserved, after tying her naked and vulnerable body up.
He'd become so numb. Losing Bella had meant he had lost his life, the reason he lived each and everyday. And Milo would be damned if he let those bastard wretches win. Milo's eyes lit up in a blaze of fury, Fizz swore she could see real fire.
And all this was just the beginning of the end.