Twisted Obsession

The question struck from every direction, reverberating through the heavy, suffocating air of the destroyed room.

“How could you do this?”

Malacor did not just speak the words; his voice tore through the lingering dust, fueled by the pitch-black energy rolling off his frame.

“How could you allow that disgusting beast to put his hands on you?”

Othella dragged herself backward across the fractur