Blaze was sitting in the darkest corner, tapping his feet endlessly, lost deep in his thoughts.
The flagrum in his hand, it's needles buried inside his flesh, as he held it in his grip, tight . Blood trickled down his arm and dripped on the floor, but Blaze could care less.
" I have to do this... I NEED to do this... This has to be done... " It seemed like he was trying to convince himself.
" Sir Regent! " His thoughts were disrupted as the guard announced his presence.
" Yes! " Blaze barked, quite disturbed and agitated.
" We got the place ready, like you ordered, " He reported.
Blaze dismissed him with the sway of his hand.
" Guess, it's time. I hope you understand Rebecca, this is for the better... Perhaps, one day you will. "
Blaze grabbed his knees and jerked himself up
