“… Left corner of the room, right hand covering your mouth as your legs are being pinned to your chest… I told you already… it’s p o i n t l e s s.”
Suddenly, ren was grasp by what seemed like a large hand, formed from the very shadows.. or entity’s he sees all around Samson now, lifting him in front of him.. as the grasp was deathly tight..
He slammed into the wall once, holding him in front of himself once again-
“… Is even meaningful? Oh, so I should expect -random name-, to be fine if I used his toy, since apparently it’s alright to use someone for everything they have, correct?”
