"Who provides the sperm?" Frederick's hazel eyes glinted from the reflection of the river, only enhancing how menacing he looked as he glared at the man who was kneeling on the floor.
"Wh-what sperm?" The man stuttered as his eyes never once looked elsewhere other than the villain's hands, fearing it would come and attack him when he least expect it.
"Who else, you fucking bastard??! I'm talking about the Bloodsworth! Who fucking provides the sperm for you to impregnate her?"
If Frederick gets a hold of a whip, he would have already struck the man with stinging lashes! Alas, the only tools he had were the ones in his vehicle as he had driven out without any preparation.
"It wasn't me! I swear it wasn't me!" The doctor cowered in fear with his reply. His body lowered to the ground, to be closer to his handcuffed 'abled' hand - an instinctive move to shield and protect his head at any cost.
"Then who?!" The villain growled dangerously.
