“Well, the main thing is that you got away. But you will have to be punished for allowing them to get you into that position in the first place,” Lionel growled. “I know. I’m sorry,” I breathed, eyeing the jar of lightning again as fear washed into me. “Where are you?” he asked. “In my room,” I replied. “I’ll send someone to come heal you in a few hours. Once you’ve learned your lesson.” His voice was eager now and I took some comfort in that, knowing that at least my suffering would please him. “Thank you,” I murmured, reaching out to pick up the jar.
he is so fucked
