'She wants me to pay for the f***ing corpse?!' Marcus exclaimed inwardly, surprised and annoyed. He looked at Karena for a few moments before reluctantly handing her the glass jar filled with yellow liquid that she had given him a few hours ago.
Despite his efforts to remain calm and nonchalant, Marcus could barely keep his composure, as Karena's actions and attitude were driving him mad to the point of exhaustion. In fact, since he entered the tavern, more than once it had crossed his mind to try to strangle, stab or kill her in a dozen different ways and for obvious reasons.
In just one night the woman had chained him, hurt him, threatened to kill him, forced him to perform a Sacred Pact (which was extremely painful), sent him on a near-suicidal mission without even having time to properly prepare, and even though he succeeded, Marcus was still under her control.
