Bad Touch reverse ;)
send me “bad touch” for some randomly generated violence
9) Pushing my muse into a wall
Wherever Joseph ran, Ruvik was always one step ahead of him. Defying all natural law, the madman disappeared out of existence only to reappear before the detective, cutting him off from his path at every turn. From head to toe, Joseph ached, but he still bolted through that maze of halls and abandoned rooms. It was not long before Ruvik grew tired of this game and raised his hand, giving an idle flick of his wrist.
By an unseen force, Joseph was slammed into the nearest wall, pinned there while he vainly attempted to catch his breath. Ruvik approach slowly, enjoying the worm’s struggle against the pin. How foolish, he thought.
Joseph could do nothing but watch as the hooded figure came into view, brandishing an arrogant smirk. I’ve won, it said.
“—Such a shame,” Ruvik began, his voice low and grating. “I thought you were more intelligent than this, Joseph… It seems I was mistaken.”
Joseph did not utter a word. Here, he faced his own mortality, staring into the pale eyes of Death himself. A cold sensation shot throughout his body and he bit down hard, teeth gritting.
“Eliminate your partner. Kill Sebastian for me, Joseph.”