"You are blaming me for things you have said!" She laughed mockingly, "I am only repeating what you said to me."
He closed his eyes, his lips curving into a devious smile but there was something that broke.
He could feel pain engulfing him like the past. When he was a child, sleeping alone in his room mourning the death of his father and abandonment of his mother.
When assassins used to come to kill him and the knights did not come to save him. All the horror used to hurt him when he was a child but it had been ages since he had not felt that pain.
Yet her words stabbed him more than he could ever imagine.
"Very well, then wait for me. I will come with my bloodied hands and fuck you until you bleed." He pushed her away.
Her back touched the wall again and like a fool he searched for the hurt in her eyes. The pain that his words had inflicted but he only found a smirk of winner when she nodded.
