Author's POV
"Please...My lord, spare me." Her face was frozen in fear and her legs quivered beneath her as she begged.
He looked down at the frail woman before him, his lips curled into disgust.
His crimson red eye glistened menacingly as a cruel smile appeared on his face.
"You wanted to go join my enemies, to fight against me... isn't that treason?"
He spat, his eyes flashing dangerously.
His tone was mocking and taunting. He could almost see the cogs working inside of her head trying desperately to figure out how he could have possibly found out about this.
"You know what happens to traitors,
don't you, Kyle?" His voice was cold and threatening. His words are like poison dripping from his tongue.
Her body shook violently as tears began to stream down her cheeks. She was shaking so hard, it felt like someone had grabbed her ankles and were now pulling her apart. His grin grew wider.
