Marked By Mr Adam
“Does everyone named Felix bite the hand that feeds them? I have met two men by that name. One stole something far more valuable from me and betrayed me. And you…you simply stole.”
Felix wept even harder, louder than before. “Please…forgive me, Sir Jacob.”
“That wasn't the answer to my question. So answer it.”
“I'm truly sorry, please spare me.”
Jacob's eyes went cold. He rose from his seat and walked to a wooden table in the corner. On it lay an assortment of knives, daggers, thick nails, and hammers. He picked two nails and a hammer and walked back.
Felix screamed, thrashing wildly against the chair at the sight of what Jacob was carrying. “Please spare me, sir Jacob– Phillip!! Phillip!!!
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