~Theo~
The glass of alcohol in my hand was nearly empty, but the burn in my throat wasn’t enough to drown the rage consuming me. I paced up and down, my brain reeling of the sort of pain that I would mete out to the target that I had coming into the dungeon soon enough.
She would taste exactly how it felt to die in the most painful manner. I would make sure of that.
Keys jingled, and Fred and his men dragged in a figure covered from head to toe. They threw the body at my feet, and Fred yanked the leather bag off her face. The second she saw me, her eyes widened in horror, and she began to plead.
“P-please, My Prince, spare my life, please!” Her voice was shrill and desperate. Her hands trembled as she reached for me, but Fred shoved her back down.
“Shut your mouth!” he barked.
He ha
