A painful silence embraced me. Nothing perturbed that wrenching quietness beside the whispers from my head. As the darkness of the night lift, in my mind; I could heard my name called in anger and in despair, as pain subdue his voice in a cruciating suffering.

Shaking I lifted my eyes toward the sky; as a shy strand of ray tried to piece the clouds, that kept the rain washing my body. With his smells and blood from my hands, but it still was loitering beneath my skin crawling to surface; with my tears that burned my face, as I was voiceless.

The dawn smitten me; as a slap across my face and falling like a silent symphony, bestowing me with what I'll have to face soon. Scared I prayed Emilian to be still alive yet the creature inside me wanted to eat him alive. Savouring; each strand of flesh, hearing him in horrifying agony.

Few droplets of rain entered through the cracked window in the floor creating dark spots, but the sky before my eyes looked like it was mesmerizing me, being engulfed in flames, burning my soul. Slowly as the sun was swallowed by the charcoal clouds; the hue became as a bruise, lingering on a pale skin and painful at touch.

A snore pulled me back from my reverie, making me blink few times. My eyes stung, but near me on the floor; with his the head on the sofa, Yves was sleeping like nothing had happen. The single evidence was in his stained cloths.

Rubbing my face, a whimper echoed breaking the silence. Ethan was standing in front of my room, dressed in a long t-shirt only and gripping for it, staring at me. His lips were pursed, as his stare was when to me when to the sofa. I could feel. Scared and lacking confidence, he was afraid to come without someone telling him it was okay.

"Good morning, little one!" I told him as I pat the floor between my legs. The boy's face, lighten up and a smile blossomed. In few seconds he was sitting down, leaning from my chest, as Binko jumped on his lap, purring. I smiled gently, as I took with my finger through his smooth hair, making him giggle. "Did you slept good?" I asked him as I placed a kiss on the top of his head, while he nodded. It was a lie! All his being was shaken, as his red eyes showed that he barely close an eye.

"Look!" All of a sudden Ethan shouts, excited point toward the window, making me jolt awake.

"Winter is near, Ethan," I whispered him, praying that the corpse of that man to be dissolved by now, or worse case the unsettled river took his body in toward downstream, or that the upcoming snow, to cover our sin.

That place, my parent's house was nothing than a feculent sea, but I couldn't afford loosing my head over a bit of blood that has been spilled.

"Don't worry love, daddy did his job well," Yves yawned, as he winked at me making me roll my eyes. "Although daddy needs some booty, he is becoming a nun, if he sticks longer with you two." He continued making Ethan blush, while playing with my cat and me watching ugly at him, knowing well what he tried to say.

"What..." I open my mouth to say something, but Yves placed a finger across my lips, sealing them. I pushed his hand off, standing up while holding Ethan from beneath his armpit and placing him on the sofa. He made same move with Binko, making me chuckle.

"You know Nat, see this bagel?" I watched him as took one from the floor, god knows since when was there and started to place his finger in an out the hole , grinning toward me. Lifting my eyebrows to him, he suddenly had an innocent look on his face, as his tongue licked his lips. "Soon this will be your hole, filled by Oliver hard and pumping cock, as he holds you from your hands, pounding hard ..."

He tried to say something else, but my flushed face made him stop, laughing like a maniac.

"That is hot!" Ethan all of a sudden says, staring at it. Yves laughed quells knowing well through what the boy been before the night Yves made him a monster like us. Ethan sensed the sudden silence and jumped down from the sofa, hugging Yves hips, like telling us it was okay, he was fine, but in my mind a smothered cry made me jolt, gripping the edge of the sofa, piercing it with my nails.

"Oliver?" Yves asked as I shake my head. It was Emilian...

"That sucker I see he is still alive!" He said as he bite from the bagel sharing it with Ethan. Yves shrugged, continuing with a hum and looking through my drawers for something to sooth his hunger. We both knew, what would have, blood and flesh. I knew well what Yves was thinking. Free meal at few steps, but unable to touch because I forbidden him. "Can't we just scrape his skin from his flesh? He will still live, probably..." Yves continued, while walking toward him, as I shut down the drawer straight across his finger, with power, making Yves shout in pain and kneeling at my feet, holding his hand.

"No!" Sharply I told him, as I growl at him, making raise his hands up, while his fingers already healed. I had to see him, to cheek his wounds, but I was afraid, and Yves knew.

"He is your weakness, Nathaniel!" He let me know, as he passed near me, chewing up old bread with ketchup on it. Shuddering seeing that awful mix I pour juice for Ethan which was watching me, holding his glass, but a sound made me drop the bottle and in that moment I froze.

His voice in my head was like an enraged ring, and in that moment I gulped. Pain erupted through my shoulder as his voice was in an anguish. Ethan holds me in his tiny arms, helping me to regain my stability, while Yves stares toward the door.

"Daddy!" Ethan said while he places his head over my heart. His innocence made my heart melt, for a moment shutting all, even her craving for feeding.

"He should be grateful." Yves mumbled, as he took down his shirt soaked in blood. He looked toward me and I knew he will go see them both, but Ethan was holding me captive between his arms, and I didn't had the heart to push him away, as he showed a moment of affection. "I will take care of him, do not worry..."

The elude darkness in his tone it was a symphony for my ears, as the door shut down. Not long after, over my mind a curtain of mist danced in waves, surrounding me, and in an end a blissful silence shrouded by numbness send me into an abyss of horror.