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The heat inside him was the hottest he’d ever felt it He turned to face Luanda She was on her knees, holding the wound Blood across her skin and armour Her moans were deep and slow but quickly became fast and loud as time returned to normal

“What is this devil?” Luanda shouted

“Fuck me,” the crooked smiled man said, “how’d he do that?”

Favian’sopen

Luanda looked at her wound andunderneath her

All the sound in the room faded away as the Beast appeared next to the woman in the dirty dress The wo down her face Thick veins ran all across the Beast’s black muscles Its yellow eyes had no pupils, but Mara felt it looking inside his head The Beast nodded, then raised its long-nailed hand and placed it on the woman’s shoulder

The Beast was gone Luanda fell flat and rolled to face her friend The wo and pushed thehis blade as she did it

The dirty dress floated up as she spun, then leapt on the rou

nd Nobody moved to help They all watched in silence

The woman stood, her dirty dress now stained with blood She held the blade in one hand and the man’s head in the other She tossed the head to Favian’s feet and s to Luanda, she mouthed, “I love you”

“No,” Luanda whispered

The woman in the dress slashed at her own throatonto the floor in front of her, then fell forwards Luanda’s crying becaled

Favian looked down at the head by his feet, then at Mara Not with the saust he had always looked at hi, like he had no idea as happening Only Mara knew, and now he knew for sure that the Beast was here to help him

He looked around the room at the faces of all the scared men as they stared back at him They fear me, they fear the Beast The ht cry Luanda lay silent One by one, each of Favian’s men slit their own throat Mara liked the man with the crooked smile It was a shame he had to die

Favian still sat on the chair The Beast stood next to him