*DRAYTON*
Hardening my jaw to put on a tough look, I strode into the cell with dominance, bestowing a curt nod to the guards on duty as they bowed in deference.
The waiting cell was dark and chillingly cold, situated in the basement of the building.
As soon as I stepped into the particular cell, my eyes fell on my culprit. He had been tied to a chair, hands bound behind his back and chain wrapped around his legs.
He lowered his eyes to not meet my gaze, however, I covered the little distance between us and stood tall in front of him.
Leaning toward his face, I tilted his chin up and made an intimidating sound with my mouth. "Boo!"
He flinched, inching his head backward,
I stretched my lips into a devilish smirk and then straightened my posture, before questioning. "What is your
