86: Pathetic, lovesick dog.
**Bane pov**
My heart hammered in my chest but it wasn’t mine anymore. Or, at least, it didn’t feel like mine.
He was struggling to move my muscles, every step was too slow and too careful, but that didn’t surprise me even a bit.
After all that time I spent hanging in that barn, drugged up and purposely slowly bleeding out, it was no surprise my body didn’t work as it was supposed to anymore. I had done my best to hold him back, to say as weak as possible and still, the bastard found a way to win.
“No!” I snarled, but my voice only echoed back and the bastard didn’t react either.
Maybe he had found a way to lock me out completely? Perhaps he had built some weird wall between us and made sure he couldn’t hear me anymore?
The worst thing, as selfish as it sounded, was that I ended up completely alone - locked away in my mind like some leftover trash. I couldn’t even communicate with my own wolf, I hadn’t heard his voice ever since the monster started taking over my body.
Deep down, I was truly terrified of what that meant. There was a chance that I had lost.. No, I couldn’t allow myself to think like that. Not now and not ever.
I had to keep believing that one day, I will find a way to get rid of the parasite and become one with my wolf again. And then, as soon as the day would come, I would find my Aife again.
“Stupid, naive boy,” he snarled at me, my own voice now sounded demonic, possessed. “You really think you have any power over me? You truly believe you can fight me?” He added and laughed, still dragging my battered body away from the barn, into the woods.
I tried to scream, to call out to Thane and others, but to no avail.
Now, when I needed someone to stop me, no him, I had no one who could do it.
“I’m going after her,” he snarled and laughed even louder. The monster sounded unhinged, completely out of his damn mind, but it seemed he didn’t give a shit about that. “Enough of this childish hide and seek game, I’ve had enough. I’m not returning your body until I get to drag her pretty little head home and add it to my collection of skulls. Another day, another bitch to hunt down and kill.”
“NO!” I screamed again, so impossibly loud that as the word echoed again, every time it hit me like a physical blow to every sore limb I could still feel.
He only kept laughing, walking through the forest like a wounded man, hitting every tree in his way, but he didn’t stop. I started thrashing as much as I could, pushing back, trying my damndest to hit him off trail with every step he took, but even that wasn’t enough - he kept pushing.
“There’s no use in fighting me. The sooner you realize I won’t let my grip slip until I see her beheaded, the sooner this will end. Give up, Bane, give into me and you’ll get to live a little longer. The more you fight, the more you exhaust yourself and the more of your life energy I consume. You’re dying, my boy, don’t do this to yourself, think about your future,” he cooed as if he was talking to a child.
I didn’t care. If I had to die to ensure Aife lived, so be it. She was too pure, too perfect and too good for a monster like myself, not to mention the actual monster that lived inside me.
If I still had any say in it, I would move heaven and earth to ensure the bastard died before he got even remotely close to wherever she was.
“Pathetic, lovesick dog,” he snarled at me, clearly having heard my thoughts.
This was one of the things I truly hated about him - he listened to everything, dug into my mind like it was his personal playground and in the meantime, he blocked me out of everything. I couldn’t hear a thought unless he voiced them out loud.
“You still don’t understand, do you?” He laughed as he shouldered yet another pine tree. “Women like your lovely bitch are useless. Women in general are useless. Us, men, we matter, we are superior and bootlickers such as yourself know nothing about the natural order and how it’s supposed to work.”
I snorted out a bitter laugh at his words. “That’s some insane old-school misogynistic mindset, you zombified prick! If women were as useless as you claim, what would you say about your own mother, hmm? Useless? Yes, most likely, given that she gave birth to you and raised such a fucking useless piece of shit for a son. I hope she’s rolling in her grave, hope she’s waiting for you in hell with a fucking belt in her hand, ready to give you whooping worth the lifetimes you’ve fucked up for every generation of your own fucking bloodline.”
I could feel the anger raising in my own body, but it wasn’t mine, so I knew I hit the right buttons.
For some reason, pricks like him always ended up the same - so hateful, claiming they despised women and deemed them unworthy while as soon as someone brought up their mothers, suddenly, women were sacred.
“Don’t you ever dare speaking of my mother like that!” He snarled at me, purposely running into another tree, this time head first.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. Here he was, all big and fucking mightly, yet he couldn’t take a few words after all that filth he had said about the woman I loved with everything I had.
“Why?” I decided to push further. “Does it hurt you to listen to someone put down mommy dearest? Or was she the one who traumatized you so much that you decided to hate every woman who breathes?” I started laughing and just because I could, I delivered the last blow before he could answer. “Tell me, asshole, did she touch you when you were just a boy, hmm?”
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