The pups might be yours made him cringe. He could feel Calix pulsating in his brain. We need to rid ourselves of this problem. Tyko took a mental note of that, but kept silent while he listened to whatever else she had to say. After she was finished, he stood there silent staring at her swollen belly. He was weighing his options in his mind, along with the opportunity Calix just gave him. He could be a father to the pups, or he could kill them. OR, which was the least likely- he could let her go and not allow himself to have anything to do with them. There was a slim chance with the last option, and as Calix clicked into his mind – he knew all else would fail. He would kill her.
Tyko stood there quietly for a few moments, but when he raised his head to look at her – his face was contorted into that evil, ugly smile that Calix had always caused. He wrapped his strong hand around her throat unexpectedly and pulled her up to her feet. Holding her there, he moved real close to her face and spit quiet words at her like venom, ”I’m going to rid you of this problem. The pups don’t deserve to have a whore for a mother.” Then he pushed her backwards, letting go and sure that she would trip over the rock she sat on before. Then he would make his move.
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