"OPEN THE GATE OR I'LL HAVE HER IN PIECE." Killian's word struck a cord, a very bad cord.
"If I knew how, I would." Grayson spat back. Eyes darkening, the more he saw Alison in this position were she was at the mercy of a tyrant. He felt helpless. The power Killian seemed to possess is a power he couldn't match, even if he was able to grab him by the throat and squeezed until his eyeballs popped out of their sockets, he couldn't.
Killian would have Alison's life on a thin string. And movement and it would break.
"Grayson, Grayson- it's a good thing you're good looking, your brain...not so much." He mocked, spitting out his offensive words that only boiled the need strangle him.
"Don't you see I'm giving you a helping hand." He says again. Gesturing to Alison's withering body, groaning and hissed at the pain Killian inflicted upon her.
