Loved by the Villain
I return to my desk, leaning against it once more as I wait.
A few minutes later, the door swings open again, and two guards enter, dragging a man between them. His hands are tied behind his back, his face bruised and swollen from the beating he’s already received. They throw him to the floor in front of me, I look down at him with cold eyes.
My voice is low and menacing as I crouch down in front of the man. “So, you’re one of Marcellus’s puppets,” he says, his tone dripping with disdain.