Serafino’s POV
“Fuck.” I slammed my fist into the filthy rogue’s face.
They wouldn’t budge bo matter how many hit I gave him. Maybe I should use my other methods right now and stop playing.
“Hunter, give me the ax.” I ordered and the rogue gulped making me smirk.
Hunter gladly gave me the ax and I chopped the man’s hand.
His screams filled the hallways of the dungeon and I felt satisfied. This is the sound I love to hear. Other than Sandra’s scream of course. The man started sobbing like a kid.
I bet that Nate would have taken a better beating than him. Though I would never let anything hit my little guy.
No matter how many times I said I hate children, it’s actually my childhood I hate. I see them all carefree and happy and my heart would squeeze. I wanted what they have, ye
