"I shall enjoy it!"
The hulk sneered, curling the shaft of the whip around his hand.
Hellion started struggling against the grip of the cufflinks once again. Even though he didn't understand what the men talked about, the actions of the man in front of him gave him a clear idea of what was going to happen.
"I will make you regret every move you are going to make." He gritted, glaring at the man who was taking out something from the little leather pouch that was tried around his ankle.
He stood up with a small brown bottle in his hands that seemed to have been carved out of wood. Opening the lid with his thumb, he grabbed Hellion's jaw in a rough grip, squeezing it relentlessly. It was quite difficult for Hellion to stop him from doing so without the help of his hands. He tried to jerk his head but the hold of the man on his mouth was stronger, almost resembling the supernatural force Hellion himself possessed.
