Chapter 116: Tempted
“Geniuses live only one story above madness” —Schopenhauer.
His strigoi is begging to be let out, and I let it slip out. Wesker’s eyes widen a millimeter when he realizes that I’m not making any move to stop him. He knows that it’s a trap, yet he can’t stop himself from falling into it. His mouth parts, inner flesh folding out like a red flower. The tip of his tongue darts out, slithering through the air, searching for the delicious scent of my blood. His leeching tongue almost gets to me, just a palm away, until I make him stop.
His strigoi freezes in mid air, unable to move any closer, as if blocked by a seemingly invisible barrier. The corners of my lips curve up a little bit as I watch him struggle. No longer does he snarl in rebellion, just letting out a soft h
