MARCO
Cassandra. That was her name.
The first human to ever challenge me.
The first to ever engage in banters with me.
The first to ever call me names.
And yet, I let her. I was supposed to cage her, whip her, show her why I was called ruthless, but I didn't.
Instead, I enjoyed it. I found her defiance interesting and her ability to fight even when powerless, aspiring.
But now…seeing her breakdown was quite a shocker. She has upheld a strong face since she got here, and I just couldn’t understand why something as minimal as piercing her jaw would make her cry.
The sounds of her sobs irritated my ears and I desperately needed her to be quiet.
“Never knew the witty mouth could cry…” I began, my voice cold, but she didn’t respond, instead she increased the noise, “Shut up! Clean
