The captured young Tres was well aware that there was no way out for him anymore. There was no way to return to where he came from. There was no chance for him to share any information he had obtained with their cronies, particularly when his limbs screamed for help.
And it became more impossible after he mentioned a word that actually worked in provoking the man who was in rage and wanted to protect his wife.
"What an answer we have here," Canillas hummed, trailing up the tip of his sword to create a line scratching up to the filthy man's jaw. "Fortunately, she is exclusively mine, and I will not share her with whoever it is, especially a filthy man like you," Canillas sneered. "So you better give me the proper answer. Who knows, I will spare your life after that." A sinister smile spread across his face, along with eyes that hid no mercy.
