If the men saw Elliot now they would fall on their feet, doubting their worldview again and again.
Damn you!
I was here taking pity on you and you dare act like this? Are you still a man? Where has your intimidating aura in the past gone?
(=_=)
Rolling on the grounds and treating the places Jamison walked on as heavenly, Elliot continuously sent his tongue forward not minding the blood-stained, dirty, moldy taste he got in his mouth.
"So nice…" Elliot murmured.
Closing his eyes, he used his thoughts to visualize how Jamison had reacted earlier when standing on this very spot.
Amazing, isn't it?
He could get his lord's essence from the lick. It was a sensational feeling he felt many would be jealous to get.
But what he didn't know was that only he felt that licking the ground where the lord walked was an honor.
Sure, everyone would feel being in Jamison's presence was an honor.
