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#4 His Dog
"Haine… come on…" It was light and gentle, as if any louder would break him.
'Haine… come on…' There was a growl followed after.
A rusty voice came at him. He remembered who it was, and he remembers it well. He knows someone was calling out to him. His eyes were open ad he could see Badou's lips moving to the exact words of the shadow brewing in him.
"Snap out of it…" He felt a hand land on his shoulder, it was warm but it didn't ease the cold flitting up his spine.
'Let me out and have some fun with you...' It was accompanied with a low chuckle.
'Or better yet, let me out so I can play with your toy over there.' Haine understands who this voice was referring to. He tries to struggle against this inner opponent, how can you win a fight that was never fair since the beginning.
Badou knew something wasn't right the moment he entered his apartment. The door was opened, not even closed at all, there was blood dripping from the hallway leading to his house, he could smell the copper liquid that now pooled on to his washroom tiles. He found Haine sitting in a pool of his own blood, eyes glazed over and murmuring words as if he was praying.
"Leave him alone, don't you dare lay a hand on Badou." His lips parted and he said in a light yet resisting tone.
Badou instantly back away at what he just said. He knew he should leave because that wasn't Haine. He also knows that he can never forgive himself because he was leaving Haine.
'Come on… don't be selfish. You can't keep yourself away from yourself anymore…' The dog said again in a low voice. 'Let me run my hands over him as he moans out your name.'
'Is that good enough for you?' Another shiver.
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