"Garnarld took him. I need to know where he went." Mathena muttered with annoyance.
"How would I know? I was here, chained to death." The elf demon smirked but screamed when she pushed the dagger a little deeper.
"Worthless, elf. You think I'm kidding here?" she muttered, abruptly realizing that was the perfect word to describe this sorry excuse for a pet. Eldar was a weak, greedy fool who offered nothing to the world. He didn’t even make a decent pet.
Her grip tightened on the handle of the dagger, her bitter, choking thirst for revenge somehow lessened by the thought. It was as if she’d just hauled the boogeyman out of the closet and discovered he was nothing more than a spineless slug. Eldar quivered as she unwittingly dug the knife deeper.
"s**t that hurts. Watch that thing. Damn
