"You should hurry up and speak up if you want this to stop," Arsha remarked before slowly pulling the thread.
It was just a little pull but what the assassin felt was not little, it felt like his arm was going to burst open at any moment and he just couldn't handle the pain.
"I don't have anything to tell you." He blurted in between his panting.
"Playing hard to get are we?"
"Shut your ass, little boy." He snarled.
Arsha's response to that was a thug on the thread and that was all he needed to do to get him screaming, tapping his other hand on the floor aggressively and kicking his feet.
"What is holding you, Jacob?" He muttered under his breath before bringing his gaze down with a dejected look on his face.
With the way he had been kicking himself up and down because of the pain, his hood ended up falling off along with his mask to reveal the face of a dark-haired man who looked to be someone between his early and late twenties.
