(Warning: Disturbing scene and gore ahead!)
Marcellus POV
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As he waited for Cullen to come back into the house with the pack doctor's wife, he made himself comfortable by sitting on a couch, crossing one leg on top of the other.
He tilted his head, watching as the pack doctor, now a whimpering abomination, twitched occasionally on the floor, blood oozing out from his mouth and the obvious gash on his stomach.
"Ugh. And now you're bleeding all over my floor." Marcellus said with a roll of his eyes before he snapped his fingers.
That caused a bottle of vodka from the dining table to levitate and then float to him, as well as a glass. He poured himself a drink, ignoring the pained whimpers of the man on his floor.
