"A demon lord, to be exact," he responded with a haughty look, further torturing her mentally.
He leaned closer, his imposing figure casting a dark shadow over her as she cowered on the bed.
"Did you really think you could go on living after crossing me?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
She shrank further into the bedding, trying to make herself as small as possible beneath his towering figure.
The grin on his face widened as he watched her struggle.
"P— Please, forgive me. I didn't know you were a demon lord," she pleaded, her voice breaking with desperation.
"I can't do that," he said, shaking his head. "I enjoy watching you suffer," he continued, leaning in so his face was inches from hers.
"I want to hurt you more, torture you, and destroy you. And after you're dead, I'll eat you like livestock—no, you'll experience worse than that." His words cut deeply, each one delivering a new wave of pain.
