I glared at the two guards, their faces pale and sweaty, as they hung from the chains in the dimly lit dungeon.
"You fools," I spat, my anger simmering. "You let him slip right through your fingers, with a hostage nonetheless! I wouldn't have cared if he was the only one that left." I growled trying to keep my anger together.
They whimpered, their eyes pleading for mercy. But I had none to give.
"How could we have suspected him, he was one of your generals." Fair but not enough reason.
"You were supposed to be watching the perimeter, not sipping wine and telling stories," I sneered, my hand cracking the whip. "Damien and the girl, they could be anywhere by now."
The guards cried out as the whip struck their skin, the sound echoing off the stone walls. I didn't care. They had failed me
