Silas Scratch 소설 & 이야기

When we broke, our breaths were shallow, her tongue slightly stuck out. "Yu..." her panting quickens as our eyes met, my hands lifting her jumper before my fingers find her bare breasts. Fuck. It surprises me that I didn’t even notice the under-boob tattoo she had this morning when she showed me her scar. What other secrets do you hold Ms. Winters? Cupping them, I held her nipples between my fingers and she arches her back, grinding against me. Her wet center sitting right on my dick and I could feel the dampness through my trousers. Oh, God.

“You don’t know how difficult it must be for me right now, but I appreciate the sentiment.” Yikes! Even to my own ears that had sounded so cold. The silence that I had been intending to break stretched itself into an even deeper chasm of awkwardness. I sighed. Sandra’s voice was very soft when she finally spoke. “I’m sorry if I sounded presumptuous. Of course I have no idea what it feels like to be in your shoes… I was just trying to empathize with you because you’re my best friend. I am sorry if I offended you though babe. It wasn’t my intention in any way.”

My body shivering with so much dread and my vulnerable body could no longer move a muscle after several bones were broken when I fell down the stairs. The silhouette finally reached the final step of the stairs, and he crouched towards me. He moved his face closer to me as he stroked my face with the metal blades of his knife. I cried weakly and murmured incoherent words when he caressed my lips with his fingers. Then he began to rip off my blouse, revealing the upper part of my body. He reached for the hook of the fabric shielding my chest and unclasped it.

Sophia said as she wiped her mouth. “Didn't I tell you that two heads are better than one?” lilly said. Ava's cries heightened as she struggled with her breath. The rough edges of the whip had torn through her skin leaving her to bleed from various parts of her body. A part of her eye was swollen as the whip had landed there, shutting it completely. Ava looked worse than the shadow of herself. “Enough, I think our instrument is broken. She's not making any sound” Lilly ordered.

The walls were tagged with old graffiti, paint peeling, memories bleeding through concrete. Then, a voice echoed. “Well, well. The prodigal son returns.” It was smooth. Mocking. The kind of voice that enjoyed cutting deeper than any knife. Silas stepped out from the shadows, dressed in a dark coat, his silver hair gleaming like a crown of ice. His eyes zeroed in on Rafael first—then slid to Sophia with a smirk that curdled her blood. “I wondered what it would take to drag you back here,” Silas continued. “A woman, of course. They always were your weakness.”

“I’m dismantling it piece by piece. Three more elders were removed this morning. I’ve frozen Nadia’s accounts and restricted her movement to one room with constant guards. Her father is furious, but I don’t care. I told the council that if they push this ‘taint’ nonsense again, I will dissolve the elder board entirely.” I searched his face for deception. All I found was exhaustion and that deepening obsession that seemed to consume him more each day. “Why now?” I whispered. “Why fight for me when you spent years breaking me?” Silas reached out slowly, giving me time to pull away. When I didn’t, his fingers brushed my jaw with surprising gentleness. “Because I was blind. Because watching you

Tina asked, concerned as she held him. Silas looked at the woman next to him, his eyes widened, and he grabbed hold of Tina's face. As though making sure she was real. "You-" "I'm here now," Tina hushed Silas and nuzzled his hand eagerly. Silas looked at her confused and sadness consumed his pained eyes. She grabbed his hand and sucked each finger slowly, trying to sway his amativeness. He weakened further and Tina greedily pulled him towards her. She breathed in his musk and then licked his lips. Silas released a growl and firmed his hands around Tina, she could feel he was frail.

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

"They want to turn the North back into a 'Blank Page' so they can start the 'Re-boot' with a 'Clean' Sovereign." Silas was a pillar of gold-and-sapphire heresy beside her, but even his "Unweaving" frequency was struggling against the absolute "Null" of the erasers. He saw the humans—the possessed audience—watching from the sidewalks. They weren't screaming anymore. They were "Editing." They were using their glowing rectangles to "Vote" on which parts of Silas should be removed. VOTE NOW: SHOULD THE ALPHA KEEP HIS SCARS? Silas saw the gold-and-sapphire scars on his skin—the permanent brands of his sacrifice—beginning to fade into smooth, character-less flesh.

"Hear what, Silas?" "The scratching," he muttered. He leaned his ear toward the book. "Like someone is trying to write their way out. The names... they aren't staying on the page." Lyra’s breath hitched. Another glitch. The sensory deprivation was working too well; it was breaking the "Silas" persona faster than the system could calibrate. She needed to stabilize him, but she also needed to see how far the "Leo" fragment would emerge. "There’s no scratching, Silas. It’s just the silence," she said, her voice dropping to a soothing, hypnotic tone.