Apr 17, 2017
@mimi-monday
“You can still talk? Then it seems that you have not yet learned your lesson, monsieur.”
Smiling calmly, Damien chuckled as he held the man up against the wall, one hand curled into a fist, hand dripping blood that was not his own. The man in question groaned and spat at the ground, glaring at him. “Oh my, not at all. Wouldn’t you agree, Luis?”
“I do, Master.” Smiling as well, Luis stood back, hands politely behind his back as he watched Damien with undisguised devotion. “Perhaps señor will learn his lesson in death.”
