Trishal’s POV
I tried to hide my fear from him as much as possible, praying in my heart that it wasn't what I thought he was going to do that he would actually do.
"I'm not going to talk even if you skin me alive."
I lifted my chin in defiance, trying to reflect the confidence I didn't feel inside. He smiled and then lovingly switched his gaze to the table with his wicked instruments, all looking sharp and well taken care of.
"I wish I could make use of them," he said as he walked slowly to my side, bending down to look into my eyes.
"But I won't be needing them, darling." He placed a dry kiss on my cheek, which repulsed me.
"I'm in a hurry, so I need to do things fast, like my handler told me to." He stood up straight, exhaling a long breath.
"You could just tell me who he is since
