From his lofty position at the top of the ridge, Espada took in every detail of the scene unfolding before him. His plan was simple: send three of his most vicious men into town, have them corner the woman, and give the woman a good old fashioned scare. His purpose was multi-layered: teach her a lesson for lying to him about her engagement to another man, let her know he was watching, and see her tremble beneath a brutal hand through the lens of his telescope.
More than anything, he wanted to be the man holding the knife to her throat, he wanted to run his nose along the scented flesh of her neck and inhale the sweet tang of her fear, he wanted to speak words of adoration and malice into her ear-but he couldn't. For his grander plan to work, he needed to keep her at a distance, to keep her wondering, keep the fear of the unknown and uncertain growing within her...until he could bleed it from her drop by spicy, exquisite drop.