ErzaLockhart_8373

Felon
/fè-lun/
Cruel; Wicked. 


I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. 


"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. 
[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]



I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. 



"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. 



"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. 



"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

'The purpose of Torture is not getting information. It is, spreading Fear.'

And, Hueson was trying to do the same thing. He wanted to torture me.

Wanted to spread his fear like how he does on others.

When I reached Fultan for work. Hueson asked me to wear a maid dress. The dress he gave, was a black coloured short plated skirt, too short that it would show my ass, and a tight white plain shirt whose front buttons were missing, enough to show off my cleavage.

Was the first thought, when I saw the dresses. Eyes furrowed I just stared at the dress while Hueson was smirking seeing my disgust towards the dress. I contented with him for like half an hour that I will not wear the dress, but

he threatened me by saying that since Ms Mikayla is not here he is the boss, and will decide what his workers will wear at the work. Glaring I took the dress, and left his cabin with a loud thud.

Chapter 20