Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 435

His hands quickly scrambled to my arms as he wobbled trying to grab me in order to hold himself up, instead his claws just scratched at my skin and tore a chunk off of my already mangled arm as he fell on to his back. It worried me that I didn't even feel the suddenness of his claws scraping me, and pain didn't follow. I imagine the nerves in my arm were too damaged to be able to associate the action with feeling.

I watched as his eyebrows knitted together while he struggled to find his breath. He wheezed and more and more blood poured out of him. I myself collapsed to my knees and crawled over to the dying man quickly. I had to finish it!

I pressed my trembling hand on the weapon that was embedded deep into his skin once again pushed firmly on the hilt, grunting softly when the blade hit the ground from the other side, and out of the back of his neck.

I wanted him to suffer more than he already had done, nothing would give me as much satisfaction as seeing him scream the way he made me. However, I knew I had to finish this while I had the chance.

So, I wasted zero time in gripping the hilt of the dagger and pulling it down like a lever, watching it as it sliced sideways through his bone and muscles until a huge gash was left. The fact that it was silver made the action so much easier to complete.

I let tears stream from my eyes as I watched his own teary eyes go glassy. His wheezing stopped instantly and his chest no longer rose up and down.

King josh was dead.

I released a very shaking breath and instantly fell myself, my back abruptly hitting the grass below, directly next to the kings dead body. My arm and head poured with blood, and my own breath began to slow down drastically.

I wasn't desperate to catch my breath like the king had attempted to do. After everything that I had endured, I let my sight gaze upon my abusers body. Laid out so perfectly on the ground and I smiled, knowing i had put an end to my abuse. I allowed my eyes to close and waited patiently for death to greet me, praying with every fiber of my being that I would finally pass on from the world in peace.