SHADOW MAN'S P.O.V
I watched the man beneath me shiver with fear; the sight was blissfully entertaining.
"He is here, Sir." The echo of my guard spoke.
"Let him enter," I replied over my shoulder while continuing to watch my plaything squirm with a terror deep in his eyes.
"Let's give the man a proper introduction, shall we, mouse?" I suggested handing over my pyrography pen. "Go on, you know what to do." My words came out suggestive, but they were filled with the persuasion of my fast tongue.
Just as the door opened, his screams began to echo, timing it perfectly for my new client to hear.
"Mr.Jones. It's been a while." I said with a smooth, calm tone. "What can I do for you?"
I watched his eyes look behind me to the man burning his skin, leaving permanent scarring
