Ximena had retreated to the back of her cell by the time Narcissa re-entered the dungeons, swearing loudly.
"That scaly little fucker, wait until I get my hands on him when his b***h of a mother isn't standing guard," she muttered under her breath as she stomped her way back towards them, promising all manner of unpleasant experiences that she would subject him to.
She pulled to a stop in front of the cell that held Allen and Greyson, the expectant smile frozen on her face as she peered into the cage at the two motionless bodies on the floor.
"What the f**k…" she hissed, "Surely Eromaug hasn't finished already…"
Ximena sniggered loudly as Narcissa's eyes turned towards her.
"Who'd have thought that such a strong and virile Daemon lord would suffer from performance issues?"
