Athos
I stand there cracking my knuckles, I always loved the parts where I could use brute strength to get what I want. This little b***h has no idea the things I will do to her, I let my hand warm-up and I grab her wrist while staring her in the eyes.
“Who are you love?” I ask while she screams from the burning of her flesh in my hand, the smell of burning skin fills my nostrils. Tears are running down her face, she’s seething and crying from the pain I am causing her. Perfect! I let go of her wrist and it shows no bruise was left, I think I’ve figured out what she is but I still want her to say it.
“Sweetheart, can you do us all a favor and tell us who and what you are?”
“My name is Xiomara Fuentes, I am here on my own accord”
“Nice to meet you Xiomara, but that’s not what I asked.
