Savio’s POV.
“And who do you work for?” I ask again, the male struggles against the silver chains holding him to the chair then winces when he gets burned, even though his face is battered, bruised and stained with his own blood there’s still defiance in his eyes and an arrogant tilt to his chin that shows that he’s not broken yet.
No problem, I have plenty of time to do that anyway.
Magic trails over his skin and he jolts when he notices, his eyes go wide and for the first time since I stepped into the dungeon he looks at me with genuine fear in his eyes.
“Y-you freak!” He screams, he tries to jerk off the magic but his movements cause his skin to meet the silver and he lets out another shrill scream.
“I wouldn’t recommend insulting the person that currently hold your life in their
