Pervert

Whoever walked into the room held a fire torch making the room a little brighter than before, Elysia could see the silhouette of a man making his way towards her. When he got closer, it was then she noticed it was Fredrick who had approached her earlier. He wore black trousers and a burgundy colored shirt, dark circles surrounded his eyes and he appeared tired, almost as if he did not slept well.

"How are you doing, Elysia?" he asked, only to be met with silence for a few minutes.

"How do you think I am doing, Fredrick?" Elysia asked, her teeth gnashed together in rage, her green eyes glaring stubbornly at him.

The man had the audacity to chuckle like she had said something funny, but almost immediately his eyes turned serious as he stared at her face, his dark gaze lingering on her bruised cheek. He brought his hand forward, holding her jaw, he turned her face to the side so he could see her injury better. "What happened to your face?"