Anger simmering in Stiles’ voice, he responds, ‘’How about you show him to me right now, to make sure he’s alright and alive.’’
‘’Sure!’’ She says, peppy, and turns the computer screen to face Derek where he dangles from his shackles, standing in the pool of his own blood. ‘’Say hi to your keeper, Derek!’’
And there it is. Stiles’ beautiful face, eyes burning with worry and fury, so vibrant even through a computer screen. Derek almost chokes on the sobs that want to claw their way out of his chest, but he bites the sounds back.
There’s something absolute, something hard and dangerous in Stiles’ tone when he says quietly, ‘’Oh, I wish you hadn’t laid your hands on him. You’re going to wish you had prayed for God for mercy. You’ll wish you’d have asked your mother and father and siblings and your whole family to pray for your soul. Because when I find you, and I will find you, you won’t be given the opportunity for a quick and painless death.’’
Bookmarked by Cumberbabe76
23 Mar 2021