Cont.
ARES POV
(Mars)
Ares just stayed quiet at the back of my mind, he let me handle this wench that was supposed to be our mate. Walking to the section where the torture devices were placed, I bitterly yanked the Heretic’s Fork from the shelf, and then walked back to where Brin was seated with wide eyes.
“Ares, I am sorry. I just…I was...i didn’t…” She tried to back away while she watched me draw towards her.
“Shut the f**k up Brin. Just shut up okay?” I took hurried steps towards, then leaned down in front of her and forcefully caused her head to look up. She whimpered and pinched her eyes close.
I secure the straps of the heretic’s fork around her neck, then placed spiked double edged monster on her clavicle, the other end digging into the smooth flesh under her chin, the other
