Jamal trembled all over. The sharp feeling of nails scraping against his toenail made his blood run cold. But worse than that, the crazed look in the young man's eyes terrified him more than the impending punishment.
"You... you... what are you planning to do?" he stammered, trying desperately to pull his foot away from Eros's grasp, but the chains binding his arms and legs offered no leverage.
"Me? I'm going to paint your nails red. Beautiful things must be taken care of," Eros replied, his eyes gleaming as though he was captivated by Jamal's foot.
Kael's lips twitched at his uncle's words. Only his uncle could make someone bleed from sheer embarrassment, no torture required.
Jamal, however, paid no attention to the king's praise for his nails. His focus was entirely on the pressure increasing on his toenail, sweat dripping from his forehead as fear overtook him.
