His Chosen Queen Luna
But then he leaned in, really close, and grinned, a dark, threatening grin.
“Nice try,” he said, his voice dangerous. “Do you honestly think you’re the first little whore to try to lie her way out of here?” My blood froze. “But since you seem to wanna play games, I know a little game we can play. It’s called: obedience.” I shuddered at the way he said the word. I took a step away, backing myself into the wall. “It’s a pretty fun game,” he said manically. “Well, it is for me, anyway. Judging from the looks of you, you might not like this game so much.” He punctuated his point with a low, threatening chuckle.