His pain would increase so much more in the time that he would be spending with him. If he could imagine what he had earned for himself… His grip was steady, unwilling to loosen and Jor-El had only just begun. “But you have. Before I came here, I watched you attempt to destroy my son. I watched you,” he hissed, gritting his teeth and shoving Lex the other way, to face the wall instead of the man who had him in his power. The hand that had been on his wrist dropped, went up to take his neck and he settled his mouth closer to his ear, where his breath came out slow and hot.
“Your security team comes in here, and nothing happens to save you from the fate that I have in mind. Nothing,” he whispered, “happens.” Jor-El dragged him away from the desk, to the middle of the room, where he wanted him for now. The hand around his neck had stayed timid. It wouldn’t last long. It didn’t last long. The force of it crushed harder against the flesh, against the airway.
“I was willing to give you a chance, when you were younger, when my son still wanted your friendship. I have changed my mind.” Lex’s security would arrive soon and with it would be Lana. Her appearance would stop him from going the entire way. If he saw her, Lex wouldn’t die.