Preparing For A Long Night

ZINA

Zina understood the full gravity of her situation when she realized that she might as well have been screaming at a wall for Marcus remained as stoic as ever.

There was not a single scathing remark from the man. Not a single bite back from him. Not even the usual sublimely sarcastic 'Theta' he would say to her.

"At least I can have my maidservant, no?" Zina finally said in a voice that was scratched from having to scream too much. Her words were both a plea and a an act of peace on her part. She knew defeat when she saw one, and currently, she was defeated.

Daemon, no matter his reasons, was finally showing her just how powerless she could be under his iron fist. That iron fist of his had finally closed in on none other than her, and she had to admit, it was quite suffocating.

Instead of answering her, Marcus revealed a long, wrapped thin thing that one of the servants had been bearing.