Lorraine sat in the chair, chin resting on her hand, watching her father being beaten to the ground with proper glee. Her men in black offered her fruit and water, but she was in no mood to eat. She drank his pain instead.
Of course, his screams grew hoarse, and when he fainted, it wasn't fun anymore.
When Hadrian stirred awake, she leaned forward like a child awaiting her favorite puppet show.
"Do you see her? Your precious little jewel?" she asked.
Hadrian's lips cracked as he forced out words. "Let her go…" His voice was nothing but sand and blood.
Lorraine shrugged, as if it were obvious. "Why? She's the best part. Don't you think? She entertains me."
"Why are you doing this?" He had asked a hundred times. At first, he spat curses, then threats, then bargains. Now, all that remained was begging.
