~He gave himself up to save her~

He made the wrong choice now he had to pay the price.

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Careful little princess, careful little boy what you choose, for to consent, is to lose.

The dragon's mouth is wide, filled with bones. It reeks of death and human flesh.

With gold and diamond, he lures you in. 

He has beady pearls-flames for eyes, 

And like a sheep to the slaughter, you're served on a platter.

He never gets enough; for like a lion, he goes about seeking whom to devour—his sole desire.

So children, run, keep your concession, 

Or ye might be next. Ye have been warned.

Remember this tale...the serpent never sleeps.

The Concession

William has been thinking a lot, about everything. About life about death...about destiny. 


Since the two years of his captivity, since Fil came into his life he'd seen the unthinkable, done the unthinkable. To think a world like this existed in another plane, in another reality. 


He's felt pain, gut-wrenching pain. How he was still sane was beyond him. 


William thought of Hope and he felt the usual tug inside of him. He loved this woman so much that it was unreal. He had to let her go. He had to... 


Instead of stony walls and darkness, he was met with light and wooden walls. Instead of a putrid smell, he smelled, lavender? 


He was in a house and not just any house. He recognized the chairs and tables. He recognized the kitchen and the furniture. It was his apartment. 


His clothes were ragged and he looked like he'd seen better days. 


Chapter Thirty- Two