[WARNING]
Blood dripped all over the floor from Keith's body; he was weak, having lost count of how many times the madman whipped him.
"P-Please, no more…"
Mephisto stopped and looked at the struggling werewolf in front of him. He sighed and sat on the chair, removing his now bloodied white sleeveless shirt.
"For an Alpha wolf, you sure are weak," he said, taking his beer and gulping it down in one go.
"What got into that small brain of yours, coveting the clan leader's grandson?" Mephisto asked, not that he cared, but it was fun hearing the reasons of his victims. It gives him a boost to do more.
Keith whimpered, muttering Darryl's name for a while now until he grew numb. He longed to see him, perhaps for the last time, to embrace him.
"Now, you're going to get killed because of
