'But you leave me no choice,' George sighed with a heavy heart.
He had grown to love Wick, despite the dog being snobbish most of the time and only playing with Melissa, especially during bath time.
This dog loved being bathed by her and wouldn't let males touch him.
'I'm totally not doing this because I hate you,' With a deep breath, he took aim, focusing on the moment he would need to fire.
However—
Wick suddenly stopped moving and looked at George intently.
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'Can he recognize me? Could it be that he remembers our good time together?' he thought to himself, noticing that Wick didn't looked aggressive anymore.
In fact, it started brushing its head against the cage, as if wanting to be petted.
"Oh my god, I can't believe it, he remembered us!" Melissa exclaimed, her eyes almost teary. She felt proud that they were able to fix the issue without resorting to their last choice.
"Good boy... good boy," George chuckled with relief as he slowly reached to give it pat.
"RAWWWR!" Wick snapped and open his maw for a bite . George barely pulled back in time, yelping in surprise.
"Whoa! " He exclaimed, stumbling backward and nearly tripping over his own feet.
"RAWWWR!"
"RAWWWR!"
"RAWWWR!"
Wick immediately reverted to his aggressive behavior, snarling and snapping at the cage bars .
'Shit, he almost got my hand,' he muttered, sweating cold buckets.
The thought of his hand being torn off flashed through his mind, sending a chill down his spine.
"It's no use... " he sighed and took aim. " You forced me ,"
He squeezed the trigger, the dart launching from the gun with a soft hiss.
It hit its mark, embedding itself into the skin.
George monitored Wick closely, watching for any signs of the tranquilizer taking effect.
'Please let this work,' he whispered, hoping the drug would do its job without any more surprises.
Looking around, he saw that there was no other furniture there because the project had been abandoned after they realized it was too dangerous to turn into a drug lab.
That's right. So one of the reason Lilith was so rich was because she also made drugs for a living, and hers was quite popular—a product called Sin Crystal Meth with 99.5% purity.
'Why are people in this world so fixated on drugs?' he sighed, genuinely wandering what's so good about them.
'This place would be a cool hideout though,' he thought, continuing to stroll the place out of curiosity.
He began to feel like he could really live in this house for a long time.
When he reached the bottom floor, he found it was just an open space.
Thinking there was nothing of interest there, he climbed back upstairs.
'Good,' he chuckled inwardly, noting that Richard was still in the truck, not moving an inch due to his orders.
'But this is really boring,'he sighed as he sat on the chair directly facing the window.
'I really want to start killing as soon as possible. How long should I wait? Where is my mask? My new identity?' he wondered impatiently.
With those things, he would be able to move around the city more freely and perhaps find something interesting to do.
Because at this point, he was going mad from all the waiting.
It was one thing to refrain from eating humans when he was outside, surrounded by miasma and desolation, and another to be in a city teeming with millions of potential meals just walking around.
He could even see a few of them passing him in their jogging clothes.
Unfortunately, in reality, everything takes time, and his wishes couldn't just materialize out of nowhere. So, he had to be patient.
Suddenly, Richard stood up, his eyes fixed on the window as he tightly gripped his phone. Without hesitation, he dashed towards the window of the house.
"Master, I got the news. We found the people you're looking for" he reported, all smiles, finally bringing good results and hoping to increase his value.
Reign did not reply and maintained his chill demeanor. He had learned his lesson from the garage incident.
Richard hesitated, uncertain of his next moved.
Was Reign pleased with the news or indifferent?
Regardless, he pressed on, his voice steady but nerves shaking .
"We found George and Melissa, "he reported, choosing his words carefully. "Their home is only 7 km from this place."
Richard waited anxiously for the response, hoping this information would prove valuable
"Oh, good job then," Reign replied with a nonchalant tone, as if the locations of the two meant nothing to him.