(PROMISE)
ARTHUR’S POV
THE STORM IS BREWING OUTSIDE. With the snap of lightning and the roar of the thunder. The electricity suddenly shuts. But my anger is starting to boil in rage.
“Please, please! Spare me, young master! I swear in my life that I was only forced to do it!” The pleading voice and crying face of the bastard in front of me.
With his arms tied in chain, his body suspended in the air, and a mask on his eyes that left him for days in the dark. The torture and brutality that are visible and more to his wounds and bleeding fleas are too much for him to endure. As he is now crying to be spared, which I am not even contemplating granting.
“Force to do what?” I ask him in a deep and stern voice, testing his loyalty towards his master over the torture that he had and more t
