{Prince Austin's POV}
Francine and Mark both watched as I circled them while they sat huddled together on a loveseat in the middle of the room.
A mixture of fear and confusion adorned their faces... maybe because they were in my basement and they were tied to the loveseat... and gagged, but they didn't need to be scared. It was dark and dingy, and the only light right now that entered the room was from a single tiny window in the corner. Aside from that, it was spacious, they just couldn't see very well in the low light.
That was their fault, not mine. I wasn't going to hurt them. I didn't want to hurt them. But if I had to, then I guess
"What's funny!?" Francine screamed the best she could through her mouth gag. She blinked furiously, very clearly trying not to cry.
I didn't know I
