1 year.
1 whole year.
That was how long Felix suffered under Charlie.
As a slave, he had no right or power to do anything as Charlie continually abused and did everything in his power to break his Will.
But Felix endured.
Maybe it was because of the hatred he held for the Demirs, but Felix never broke even as he lay in that cold stone cell with chains around his limbs.
But that only made Charlie do more until Felix nearly died at the Absolution because a certain someone didn't want to let him have an easy time.
There were several reasons for Felix to hate the fat bastard and if he had the chance, ripping him apart wouldn't be too bad.
Felix took a step forward as he retrieved his sword.
"You dare approach?" Charlie asked, flabbergasted by Felix's chutzpah.
He could tell from a glance that Felix was strong, but not strong enough to threaten him, after all, he was a bonafide Master rank Awakened.
The only problem would be Nathan and even then, Charlie wasn't too worried.
