Skyla’s POV
"I suppose I could just torture it out of you." He said.
I flinched at his harsh words and scrambled to the walls of my cage, clutching them desperately.
“No wait. Please don’t hurt me!” I requested, my body shaking in fear knowing my pleas were of no use to Zephyr. He seemed dead set on carrying his plans and paid no heeds to me. He took intimidating strides from me to his large wardrobe next to what I assumed was the door to his washroom.
He pushed one section of his wardrobe open and my eyes almost bulged out in shock when I saw multiple armed tools occupying every corner of that section. His tools ranged from a pocket knife down to electrocuting wands and advanced guns with rows of silver bullets next to them.
He doesn’t plan on that on me right? I asked no one in pa
