Not far away, a middle-aged lady was currently pacing around the room nonstop.
Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!
Bam.
"Mistress, your hand."
"You shut up for me!" Yelled the furious women.
Blood surfaced on her knuckles as she continued punching in fury.
Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam.
She punched the hardened walls as a means to let out her frustration and fear.
Because right now, she truly felt like killing someone
She licked her dry lips and ran her hand through her hair in frustration as she thought about her dilemma.
It's been days now.
So why haven't they had word from the assassins?
What was this situation?
Eliza's eyes burned with rage when she thought of the only possibility at the moment.
Didn't those bastards assure her that they could complete the job?
So why hadn't they rescued her son yet?
"Soliar! Kneel!"
The tall, burly man knelt before Eliza.
Pah. Pah. Pah.
