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“Hey hey, calm down…they can’t hurt you anymore..”
Hughie felt calloused palms gently hold his bruised cheeks, he couldn’t see who was holding him—but he could hear, feel and smell it.
“Butcher…” he sobbed, his voice came out broken like his body was. Broken by everyone, interrogating him and just plain torturing him, he felt near death. “I-I didn’t say anything…”
“Sshh love, I know.” Butcher mumbled, his lips pressed against Hughies shaved head in a kiss. He was featherweight and easy to scoop up, tentacles slithered back into Butchers back and blood smeared on the boy.
“It’s all over now.”