Oven POV

I could hear Ivy screaming in agony behind the closed door and I knew her screams were being carried all through out the castle but no one dared to come to her aid.

Leon handed her over without a second thought of her wellbeing. He's proving to be the terrifying man everyone claims him to be, if he can hand over someone so casually, knowing that their going to die but looks at you as if the whole situation bores him. . that just doesn’t settle right with me but what’s got me on edge is what he whispered to Katakuri. I don’t know what was said but I saw how it changed Katakuri’s whole demeanor.

Whatever Leon exchanged to him was between them but I wish I knew what was said to put that kind of look in Katakuri’s eyes. I never seen that look on him before and I must say, it scared every fibre in my being and now that he’s disappeared with Ivy. . I can’t seem to think properly. It’s like I’m stuck in between two places and I know everyone was told to ignore whatever was heard but I can’t.

I’m doing my best to block out her cries for mercy as Katakuri tortured her painfully and slowly but a big part of me had no sympathy for her and it seems neither did anyone else but I don’t know how the others can pretend not to hear a thing as they continue on with their normal routine, like nothing’s happening.

I stood inches from the door they were behind but I couldn’t seem to get my legs to move or get my fingers to twist the doorknob open to stop him because a part of me wanted to do exactly what he’s doing right now to her but I could literally see the disappoint in Fae’s eyes. . I knew she would disapprove of this but theirs nothing I could do for Ivy, even if I really wanted to help her which I don’t but if I did. . I can’t stop Katakuri.

She made her choice and she chose to betray us and now she must suffer the consequences of her decisions but I do believe she’s given us all the information she knows but Katakuri doesn’t seem to care. He’s beyond angry at her but mostly at himself for not taking action when he had the chance and I don’t blame him. I may feel conflicted about all of this but I know exactly how he feels. I just wish he would stop, not for her sake but for his.

I know Pudding was right from the beginning, Fae has opened him up in ways we have never seen but she also unknowingly left those door open for new and more terrifying emotions to emerge. He’s more ruthless and dangerous then ever and now as the minutes pass by, Katakuri is slowly slipping further and further away. It’s almost as if he’s reverting back to his old cruel ways but it’s so much worse.

I let out a sigh, trying to think of what to say to him but nothing came to mind. If Fae were here, she would know what to say and she would march right in there and put a stop to Katakuri but I am not Fae. I don’t have that kind of power over him and where his mind is right now, no one can reach him, except for Fae.

I stood here like a coward, listening to the relentless torment for what felt like hours but without warning, everything went painfully silent and all I could hear was Katakuri’s footsteps approaching closer and closer to the door. I held my breath for what felt like eternity as he calmly opened the door and came into view.

He didn't even so much as look at me and I desperately wanted to step in front of him to keep him from walking pass me, to snap him out of the darkness he was pathetically dwelling in but the closer he got to me the stronger the stench of blood got and the coldness in his eyes kept my feet firmly planted where they were at.

He didn’t utter a single word to me but I knew if Fae were to see this man in front of me, she would say that this is not Katakuri.

How could I ever face Fae again if I didn't even so much as attempt to pull Katakuri out of the darkness he was drifting all alone in.

Without thinking, I grabbed ahold of his arm before he manage to walk pass me, "Katakuri-"

"I know, you don't have to say it. . just let me be for now and I promise. . I'll pull myself together before I see her again but for now," he yanked his arm out of my grasp, "leave me be." He whispered but it sounded more like a warning then a statement.

He walked pass me, drenched in Ivy’s blood and I didn’t have to ask him if she was still breathing, not with that amount of blood all over him. She was gone and from the looks of it, so was he.