Monologue From Italian Proctor's Epilogue To Othello

~Dominic’s POV~
I was standing in front of my own home, afraid to enter. This had happened only a hand full of times in my life. The last one being because of the man standing beside me now. He had destroyed a part of me that I hadn’t known existed until it was gone. Friendship. I was barely friends with Piran now, the man I used to call my best friend. The only person that I could faithfully say was still my friend was Lucie. For some reason, I felt a deep connection to her, almost to the point where I would do anything for her. Not so much in the romantic sense, though if she asked, I’m wasn’t entirely sure if I would say no.
“Are we going to go inside or are you going to continue to stare at that door handle as if it was your long lost lover
He reminds him of you.” I cringed at his words. Ray knew that I wasn’t all together gay, yet he respected my relationship with Othello. I suppose I wasn’t the only one who came in here and got information, no matter the cost. I walked over to the secluded section that Othello had made himself at home in. Otto lived upstairs in one of the suites, being one of only a hand full of guests to live here full time in the harsh Switzerland cold. I stopped in front of the couple and cleared my throat, waiting for Othello and Godfrey to stop. Othello’s eyes widened at the sight of me and I could help the small smile that shot onto my face when he bounced up and came over to me. He would have thrown his arms around me if it weren’t for the two mixed drinks in front of
He just freaked out. He got really pale and then he started to shift-,”
“Is he still here?”
“I… I don’t know,” I felt the bones in my body start to break, an inhuman roar tearing through my body as my body seemed to shift without my control. Bone to bone I shifted, trying to reach back to the surface of my own reality, trying to gain back control. All was lost though when my paws once again touched the ground, as they began to carry me away to a place I didn’t know.
“Snap crackle pop. It’s time to give the pup a shot. Eight nine ten, let’s slaughter his best friend. Tick tock the clocks run out, it’s time to give your final shout, give up little Dommie. Time’s up!” This time a scream left me, and it took me a few seconds to realize it was because I was once again back in human form. Beau and Othello were running towards me, each with mixed looks of concern and fear.
“What’s going on?”
“Snap crackle pop,” the words left me before I could stop them. Beau paled and turned towards Othello.
“Godfrey was one of them? Do you have any idea what they did to him?”
“What? What do you mean one of them? Veadboroian into the