Markus X Simon 소설 & 이야기

Damn it, I wanted the girl. Mercy was only offered by the fools, and for that woman, I'd be foolish. I straightened up my back and then brushed my fingers onto my shaggy jetblack hair after releasing the boy. "What's your name?" "Ma... Markus..." He coughed and tried to catch his breath. "My name is Markus, Sir." "Markus who?" "Markus... Markus Hemsworth..." "Well, Markus Hemsworth, why don't we wait for your sister to claim you instead? Killing you in front of her would be fun..." My jaw clenched as my eyes turned gold again. "I'd like to see her beg for your useless life."

The only way we could achieve that is to wipe out everyone, and everything that had to do with the baron and the uprising, that way, there would be no surprises and others would think twice before working against Marcus and Mason in the future. I made Simone drink the beverage I had made especially for her. It was her drug, mixed with silver. Marcus compelled her, and she gulped it down. The moment she was done, she began to scream. There was so much silver in that drink that it would feel like she drank acid. Her drug would keep her energised and stop her from passing out so she would feel the pain of the silver coursing through her veins. Simone was in Pain for Eight hours before she died.

It sobered me up in an instant. I mumbled an apology, trying to pull away from the man's trench coat, my eyes dropping to his wrist. The watch he wore looked oddly familiar. A rare edition, limited worldwide. Even Charles couldn't get his hands on one. "Sorry. I'm so sorry," I said again. I knew who he was. I didn't look up. Didn't need to. "Your hand is bleeding," he said, his voice low, textured with something like exhaustion. "It's nothing."