Forming into small letters, Hisha watched as they formed the very thing he was lacking–submission, loyalty, and honesty.
He stared in horror as Hisha called back the paper, pretending as though he was contemplating it once more with a humming sound.
All the while, Alta glared daggers at him and had her eyes glow so he knew of her intentions.
Mich's sweat dropped as he looked away to avoid her never changing gaze.
For the first time, Melody had a small smile on her face as she watched him struggle to maintain his composure.
Turning the paper so Mich could understand what he was being shown, Hisha forced him to his knees only by his glare.
"Now tell me, why does it say you lack these three essential attributes?" Hisha thundered.
With trembling hands, Mich clutched onto his pants and mustered enough courage to speak in his defense.
