Page 156 of The Darkness is Calling

Give us their warm blood

!

And as much as I like this typically Russian game, one I’ve played many times with other soldiers, I cannot stand the fact that because of it, and because of some bastards, my woman is suffering.

The terror in her eyes makes the voices howl desperately. They want release. They want to tear apart everything around us and protect only her. To hold her in our arms and tell her we will always take care of her, even though in this moment, I have failed.

I couldn’t prevent this, and she was still dragged into this chaos, especially after one of my key soldiers betrayed me.

But right now, I can’t think about Serioja. All I know is that I will make sure he gets a very painful death, just like the one beside him, and everyone now sitting here laughing at my wife’s suffering.

Every second she suffers becomes a torment harder to control. That’s exactly why I try to make her pull the trigger as quickly as possible. So we can reach that bullet that will end all this suffering. The one that will bring us release.

I can see how frightened she is, and for the first time in my life, I feel a brutal pain squeezing my chest worse than any bullet. Any physical pain is easier to control than a psychological one like this.

Do it, Voron

!

Kill them

!

Kill them all

!

Then laugh with her

while you walk through the pool made

from their blood

!

For her. We kill them all for her

! Blood

!

We want the blood of those

who make her suffer

!

I’ve been shot, cut, beaten, burned, but nothing compares to the agony I feel when I see the woman I love crying.

She was never supposed to be here. But now it depends only on her how quickly the blood will flow and silence will settle around us.

Come on, dusha moya... Shoot at me and put an end to the agony. Just a little more, and everything will be over.

Ekaterina

“Look at me!”

His voice, deep and powerful, is like a saving hand pulling me out of the deep, filthy water I’m drowning in. It brings me back to reality, but everything is so painful that I wish I could lose myself in the cold abyss. But he won’t let me. His eyes, in those stunning different shades of gray and brown, try to help me be strong.