((TRIGGER WARNING: s****l Assault, Violence, Kidnapping, Brutality))
“Is it Teatime already? I will have some Earl Grey with two cubes of sugar my good chap.” Dasan began speaking with an impeccable English accent, causing me to feel impressed, amused, and questioning. What was with the sudden accent change for no reason? “I think our guest should have Green Tea to help with those nasty injuries of hers.”
I raised a brow at Dasan and slowly looked at our capture. It wasn’t Astrid, it was a rather beefy-looking guy whose veins and anger-scrunched face gave the idea that he may be using steroids fairly obvious. “I guess the beating I gave yesterday for interrupting my fun wasn’t enough.” He stomped over to Dasan and backhanded them before grabbing them by the rags hanging on their body.
