"I- I... I'm s-sor..ry -" The young boy was so driven by fear he couldn't form words right, think straight or beg for his life in a better way. All he could do was cower on his knees and shiver uncontrollably like a rat trapped in a corner, under a fiery malicious gaze that showered down on him.
This cold evil gaze came from a young boy who looked around the age of 18 or 19. Whose eyes were a jewelled, emerald green. They were enchanting to look at, both alluring and poisonous. They had a balance of serenity, honesty and warmness. Yet also a dark bottomless abyss filled with incite, cruelty, and pure hatred. His eyes were the soul definition of a twisted beauty.
But luckily to many his eyes were usually covered by his cinnamon hair that curled at the ends of each hair strand. His lips were thin, a pale peach color his nose nice and narrowed fitting his perfectly defined face structure. An piercing puncturing his right eyebrow that matched well with his other 8 piercings along his ears.
This person was terribly attractive to no end. Standing at 192cm with an athletic, muscular built his honey milk skin fit well against his black turtleneck that overlapped his upper body, outlining his well toned muscles. Paired with black Adidas sweat pants that engulfed his thighs, displaying his long legs. Along with a pair of black converses to compliment the all in black outfit.
The tattoo's that decorated his body did nothing to lesson the small boys fear if anything it added on to his future heart attack. "P-p..ple..ase." He continued to beg.
This mysterious boy stood with a amusing smirk. "So you think you can be useful now is that it." he chuckled drily. "When I offered you the deal the first time you refused me. Now faced with your families humiliation along with it's soon to be fallen company. You came crawling back."
'How predictable.'
The small boy bit his lip his gaze hammered into the ground. Where was his pride. Oh, right he had none it was all gone, snatched away from him. He was here now because he had nothing left to loose. At least that's what he thought but someone else saw differently. This poor boy still had a lot to lose.
His grin widened sadisticly. "Good. Very good. Your pain for theirs?" He nodded in acceptance. "I'll take it."
The small pitiful let out scornful cry.