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"Let. Her. Go."

Velos' voice was sharp, cold. Like the knife against Myris' neck. He had kept his voice from wavering, but his shaking hands betrayed his facade. He had to keep calm, to think of a plan to escape, to fight back, anything! His breathing was turning ragged, the coppery taste of blood filing his mouth from earlier wounds.

Myris' voice pierced his hazy mind, her pupils were dilated, looking for him; her nails digging into her captor's skin. "Velos please-" her voice was shaking, on the brink of tears as she took quick, shallow breaths in attempt to keep conscious.

The other male only smiled, the dim light filtering through the boards of the old ship, making his skeletal markings all the more sinister. The razor pressed deeper, drawing little droplets of blood to run across the length of the blade before falling on the water creeping up their feet.

"Tik tok tik tok. Time is running out little boy. Better act fast." The blade dug in deeper, the little droplets of blood turning into a light stream. "Or her next roses would be on her grave." he said the last part in a sing-song voice, followed by a mirthless laugh that filled the trashed room and set their nerves on the edge.

"Velos- Lexus no- please!" Blades. Sharp things. Bad sharp things. They hurt. Hurt everyone. They kill. Myris' eyes stung, she could feel the warm liquid dripping from her neck, a strong arm wrapped around her waist to keep her from fighting back. She wanted out! Enough of this! Away from those bloody blades, away from all the pain. She whimpered wretchedly as her nails dug in deeper. Enough, enough, enough! "Please."

The mask broke. "What do you fucking want with us?!" Velos snarled, his tentacles tensed and ready to attack. But he knew it was futile. This was their little game. Capture then taunt then hurt then leave. It never varied. But he couldn't help the rush of adrenaline at the sight of his sister slowly breaking down. Her eyes were darting to and fro, teeth grinding as she tried to pull father away from the knife.

"What do I want?" Lexus tilted his head to one side and pretended to mull over his question, looking down at his captive with a thoughtful expression. "I...I waannt to knooww..." The tip of the knife burrowed further beneath her skin as he looked back at Velos' figure. "Are you strong enough to save her?"

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A part of Velos & Myris' past. Yes they are a few years younger here. Toned it down though, so it's not that bloody & sadistic oops.
I would have preferred to draw it all than writing because h i s s writing e < e
but I am lazy, here's a look at his part, ta-da.
Hmhmm what do you think ? is Lexus lying? would Velos be strong enough? Should I submit sketches into the main gallery rather than scraps? Who knows, who knows//

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