Re: Elevator to First Class
For the first time, his eyes truly lit up, glowing white orbs under that hood. "Did I give you a choice?" he nearly screamed. It was the first real show of emotion from the man who had been icy during the whole encounter, teasing with barbs that were uncaring and unfeeling. "You don't get a choice." He had no time for women who shut him out. Silly little princesses who thought they were above everyone, he would take them down, one by one. He had the power.
He jerked her arm roughly, digging into it now, drawing a line over her forearm, letting it burn in for longer than was needed. He followed it with another. It was a rough sketch, but it was her sword, the one he had taken because she forgot to pay attention. It definitely wasn't beautifully etched, but it was finished. His grip was still strong and solid. "It's a reminder of how much you submit to me, and don't try to deny that. I'm still debating on sparing your life."