Seamus
Seamus sat in an old, leather office chair that had seen better days. He had his brown boots propped up on a red milk crate. He took a long drag off of a cigar as one of the pack members walked in with. Kinley being dragged behind him by her hair.
She was screaming.
"Let me go, now," she said.
"Or what?' asked Seamus as he tossed his half-smoked cigar to the ground and put it out with his heel.
"Seth will be coming for me."
Seamus cackled at her words. He walked over and grabbed her face with his hand. Her teeth smacked together. She struggled to release his grip, but he squeezed tighter.
"Oh, dear princess Kinley. You truly believe Seth can defeat me, don't you?" Seamus said.
He tossed her head to the side causing it to ricochet off the ground. He grabbed her up by her hair and she fiercely kicked. That just made Seamus angrier.
He pulled her face up to his and smelled her. He licked her cheek.
"Stop!" she said.