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Terzo's head was pounding. At the realization that he could feel, his eyes shot open. He gasped and coughed out immediately, groaning as he turned to lay on his back on the cold floor. Where was he? It was dark. And why were his arms tied like that? He quickly attempted to sit up, his hands shifting behind him. He looked around, and then he understood why his head hurt so bad. He huffed, nose scrunching as he felt the blood drip from one side. He even spit, disgusted at the metallic taste of blood.
He'd obviously been treated roughly, likely just thrown around like nothing while he'd been unconscious. Terzo squirmed a bit, before he fell over, back to laying on the ground. He felt so damn weak, so fucking groggy. Then he heard many footsteps in the room, and muttered words like "He's awake..", "Are we going to leave him like that?", and "Let's get this shit over with." ... Over with?
He grunted and tried again to sit up, and that's when he felt the hands grab at his arms. He yelped, wincing at the tight grip. But at least they untied his arms while they were there. He tried to crawl away immediately, but was quickly grabbed on both arms, each one held by a different ghoul, as he was yanked back up, now on his knees. His brows furrowed and he glared at one of the ghouls, one with white hair and a sick grin on his face. "Lasciami andare...." Terzo growled, trying to pull away, but to no avail.
"Eat shit, former Papa. Just sit pretty, and take it, got it?" The ghoul spoke with a laugh. Terzo looked absolutely disgusted. "Stop this.. what is this? What are you going to do with me, eh?" he asked, his entire body trembling as he asked the question. "Aw.. okay. Hi there, I'm Miasma, and today? It's your very first- and hopefully only- death day! Stay calm for the ride, man. Don't even think about struggling, you're not gonna get away." he said.
Terzo sat, in complete shock. "Death.. day!? What is wrong with you, ghoul!?" he yelped, his breathing quickening as tears filled his eyes. Miasma huffed. "I'm not the one doing the killing this time.. quit whining!" he growled, reaching a hand up to grab Terzo by the hair, tugging it so he was looking up, neck exposed as he grunted at the sudden movement.
As he was forced to face up, his eyes widened. "No.." he whispered, as he saw her standing there, sword in hand, at the end of the room. He felt his breathing quicken more with each click of her heels as she walked closer, strayed from her place far away. "Sister Imperator.." he mumbled. "Don't.." he tried to shake his head, but Miasma tugged at his hair to keep him from moving, causing Terzo to wince.
He tried desperately to loosen the grasp of the ghouls, before he turned and tugged harder than before. "Ho detto... lasciami andare!" he yelled, shutting his tear-filled eyes as he tried moving the weight of his entire body to the side. Then he felt their hands slip off of him. His eyes opened wide, and desperately, he tried to get up onto his hands and knees to crawl away, but Miasma grabbed him by the leg, pulling him so he'd fall on his front, only to force him back into position.
"Fucking pathetic.." Miasma laughed, grasping Terzo's hair again with one hand, so he'd face up. "And fucking stay." he demanded. Imperator sighed and rolled her eyes. "It's not that hard, Miasma. Just hold him still.... he's much smaller than you." she said simply with a huff. She then readied the sword in her hand. "May I?" she asked, sarcastically and annoyedly.
Terzo gasped and coughed again, before he let out a sob. "No!" he screamed, struggling frantically against the grip of Miasma and the other ghoul. "Please- please, Sister, don't- don't do this.. I can't- I can't do it, okay? I'm sorry, I- what did I do wrong? What did I do wrong, because I can fix it-" he started to ramble, before Miasma let go of Terzo's hair, only to cover the man's mouth instead, pulling his head back in the same manner so his neck was more accessible. "Shut it, freak.." he growled.
Sister Imperator stood, shaking her head. "You cannot fix anything, Antonio Emeritus. You are almost a more pathetic version of your father.." she mumbled. As she touched the edge of the sword to his neck, Terzo nearly flinched, letting out a muffled whimper in fear. He let out a sob, trying desperately to pull at his arms again, hoping that the ghouls would let go. He tried to speak, letting out muffled words of pleading, begging her. Of course, it all meant nothing.
"Let him speak." Imperator said, as Miasma obeyed. Terzo took in a shaky breath, before he began again. "Please-" he started, before Sister interrupted. "Ah ah ah, don't beg. Now.. what will your last words be..?" she asked, tilting her head in curiosity as a soft smile took on her face.
Terzo trembled, tears spilling from his eyes as he stared, realizing the situation truly was hopeless. He wasn't going to escape. He wouldn't get away. "...are Primo and Secondo d-dead..?" he asked quietly, wincing as Imperator simply nodded. "...just.. tell my ghouls that I am sorry.. I'm sorry-" he spoke, a sob interrupting him. Then he felt the cool metal move, the sharp pain, the inability to breathe as blood flooded his throat, the sudden weakness, and then-
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