Garry stared at her sleeping figure for a long time yet it felt like it was not enough. Her face was pale, she looked thinner than before and her wounds did not heal well.
She was having a pimple around her cheeks and her hands had a few new scratches. Ever since she had married him, she was either sick or injured. He had not seen her healthy and enjoying it.
"Do you have the luxury to feel bad for her when you are the reason for her wounds?" a soft voice whispered in his ears but he ignored it.
"If only you would accept my offer. You will be able to kill all of them at once." the voice continues to lure him in soft whimpers like a devil. But Garry shook his head.
It had been ages since he was listening to these soft whispers and had a desire to succumb to them but he knew what would happen if he did that. The result was dancing in front of his eyes and he did not want to be one of them.
