8.Reprisal
"Tell me of my host." He sits on a golden throne, yet somehow it seems fitting for he holds himself as a god would.
His ancient eyes roam over me as I shiver before him, kneeling.
I have enough resolve to shake my head in refusal.
He moves one hand out to the slave beside him and nonchalantly snaps her neck. His gaze remains on me.
"Tell me of my host."
I shake my head and shut my eyes, knowing Jack is the one that will pay the price of my silence, not me.
I hear the crunch of breaking bones.