Charles lay before me, panting, his eyes bloodshot with fury and despair. Even injured and humiliated, he growled, his voice dripping with menace: "You're dead! My family won't let you escape!"
I tilted my head slightly, a mocking smile curling at my lips. "Oh, really?"
Without waiting for a reply, the tip of my boot lunged straight for his face.
"POW~~"
The impact made him writhe on the ground like a wounded snake. He tried to curl up, but the scorching desert around us seemed to swallow his dignity whole.
I crouched down, bringing my face closer to his, letting the smile on my lips morph into something... more predatory.
"Since you're not going to let me leave anyway... don't you think it'd be better if I took the initiative and finished you off first?"
