I heard the banging as my guts were wrenched from my body.

There I lay, body caught between four horses. The only four horses that I had ever seen actually in this place. My wrists and ankles tied to a separate beast and each of them pulled in a different direction until I was no longer able to fight. They had ambushed me as soon as I had stepped into the town centre, and had overwhelmed me as usual, this time six of them. My rot via touch had scarred one of their faces and caused immense pain to me but it had given me a moment's rest-bite before it had come to this. Now my intestines were being pulled foot by unravelling foot out of my abdomen as the horses were very slowly being urged to go forwards. My eyes turned over and stared at the house where McKinley was, blinking as I was slowly pulled apart. I felt sorrow for her, as she was trapped here, for now, but it was best that she was locked away.

At least while this was going on. Whilst my lord Vindrexis committed to his nearest and dearest hobby and ripped me into quarters. Suddenly he hit the flanks of a horse and it reared before trying to flee. I felt a great amount of pain as suddenly my bones were popped from their place and the dust that was my blood began to pour from me. Muscles ripped, flesh tore and I let out a scream as I was literally divided into four, fairly unequal parts.

After it was done I lay there, my head joined to one shoulder and arm. Below the collar bone exposed undead flesh was presented as well as cracked marrow. I was just a husk of pieces and I could only lie in stillness, unable to yell or move as I suffered it. I watched as Vindrexis strode away from me, taking the moment to kick my other arm that was slowly crawling towards me of its own accord. He had a disappointed look on his lips and had his hands shoved in his pockets. Striding away from me he went onwards to McKinley's house, pausing before he stood at the door. I saw him place his hand on the wood and push it open …

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“Hello,” he sneered as he took a step into the small apartment. The door opener easily at his touch, as if it had never been locked. He was wicked and he looked vile and he stared at McKinley like she was nothing more than meat. In his hand he held a single grey feather that he twirled as he looked at her.

Slowly he closed the door behind him, shutting her from my view entirely.

I had brought her to this place, and I hoped she would not suffer for it. I truly hoped that she would see the goodness in my master. The lord I so appreciated for showing me the truth of how the world was. How it is. How it should be.