he said, not missing a beat. “You are right, though. You are beneath me. Lower than a measly worm that the fowl pick up for breakfast.” Every word dripped with hate, and I knew he meant it. I could see it in his face and in the expressions of those around him. I hissed, leaning forward, the cuffs biting into my wrists. “Such a dirty mouth for such a noble man. Does it work? Does it get women off when you talk like that?” I leaned forward again, uncaring of the painful bite on my wrists.
BRO THEY KNOW NO CHILL
