Bianca’s Point of View
A shiver went down my spine, hearing all the screaming and shouting. One by one, my men were taken from what seemed like a warehouse. “Are you so self-centred that you cannot hear the cry of your people?” she asked me, a smirk on her face. She wanted to intimidate me, but I wasn’t going to let her have that kind of effect on me. I do not care what she says.
“They knew what they signed up for when they decided to follow me,” I said, my voice monotone as she nodded her head. She watches me like she is looking for a weak spot, but I hold her gaze longer than she expected.
“Pull out their tongues” she ordered, while her gaze was still on me. A sweat broke on my forehead. Taking out their tongues?
I curled up in fear, and Suri sneered, “They can beg for mercy, but if you do, it will only make their deaths less painful!”
She stares at me as I chuckle dryly, shaking my head. “I would never beg,” “As expected, but trust me by the time I am done with you. You will be beg
