Darkest Days (OPEN)

That triggered something in his mind, and he almost exploded.

"How dare you?!?" he snarled, stepping forward with a threatening look on his face. "Let me remind you that I'M still the one in charge here, and you'll be taking whatever it is I see fit." It wasen't lust, it wasen't much of anything other then anger; a desire to make her wreath. "And I see it fit that you get out of that chair right now and kneel before your prince, got it?" He held his mace out, almost taunting her with it.
 
Vera smirked. She triggered something. She knew it. She laughed as he commanded her. She wasn't going to kneel before some low life piece of scum prince.

"Make me. Besides you can't kill your brother's new slave can you?" She laughed, looking away.
 
"Oh , I can," his eyes drew into a leer as he pulled her back around, spamking her a bit with this force. "Don't even think I'm just a stuffed shirt, bitch. I don't need to kill you, no," his voice was low, threatening. "I can be much crueler then that; there are a hundred excuses for beating a slave, and only a few less for severly injuring them. Who know? He might even thank me. So, are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?"
 
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