Cash POV
Low throaty growls tremble in my throat. A continuous flow of smoke escapes my nostrils as the fire in my belly burns hotter with each passing moment. A small warm glow comes from the torch of fire Nix holds. It’s been almost thirty minutes and we’ve gotten absolutely nowhere with the prisoner. I’m getting extremely agitated and leaning more towards ripping this prisoner limb for limb and scorching what’s left in flames. I send Nix a mind link image of myself ripping off the prisoners head and shredding them apart, he chuckles menacingly out loud before turning once more on our prisoner.
“Alright, no more Mr. Nice Guy, his majesty is getting irritated,” Nix snears, “either you're going to start cooperating with us or I am going to allow him to do as he pleases with you. Do you
