"Get out, everyone"
Said the cruel King of Zayeania Kingdom. His eyes were cold like an ice. Staring down into the woman's eyes which were shaking in terror. "I suggest you to answer truthfully" In a deep voice, Ezekial stated calmly. Sitting across the woman as his fingers slid down on blade.
Grasping the sword firmly. The reason why the poor woman was frightened. Her whole body was tied at the chair. It did not matter if she yelled for help because the death was right in front of her. There was no way to escape when this man was across her. She got no opportunity to live.
"So let's start with your name. What is it?" Ezekial commenced the chat and tilted his head with a cold gaze. Peering down at the sword while caressing the balde. But no response came up from the woman. She just squeezed her eyes as tears scrolled down on her cheeks.
