"Harith..."
"Harith..."
The voice slithered through the air like smoke from a dying candle. Harith's teeth clenched so hard it sounded like a handful of pebbles being ground between stone.
"Oh, shut up, you fucking bitch!" he growled, voice ragged, one trembling hand clutching the side of his head where his favorite hook earring had once proudly dangled.
Now? Gone. Snatched. Torn from his ear by whatever psycho thought whispering his name like some budget horror movie extra was cute. He could still feel the warmth of blood sliding down his neck in a rhythm that was almost smug.
He hadn't even been given the courtesy of an intro. One blink, and BAM—dragged into the room like a bad Tinder date.
No questions. No answers. Just a vortex of swirling nonsense, his body yanked forward like a ragdoll being enthusiastically welcomed by a sentient vacuum cleaner with abandonment issues.
The pain was one thing, but the audacity? Oh, that was spiritual.
