"Remember me, my little lamb?" Fred's voice slithered through the darkness, his head tilting with a psychotic grin.
Vyan's breath hitched, his chest tightening as he forced the words out. "You… how…"
Fred crouched in front of him with assessing eyes, similar to a predator savoring the hunt. "Oh, I am hurt." His voice dripped with mockery and malice. "I thought you would never forget my face in this lifetime." His hand clamped down on Vyan's shoulder, the grip tightening with a sickeningly slow force, like a vice. "But it seems I was too forgettable for you, wasn't I?"
Vyan clenched his jaw, refusing to cry out as Fred's sheer strength snapped his shoulder out of place. The agony was blinding, but he bit down on the scream, his body trembling with the effort to remain silent.
Fred chuckled, the sound cold and twisted. "Ah, so your pain tolerance has grown. I used to love hearing you scream. It soothed the torment in my soul."
