Lyla
Brand’s eyes were wide, fear flowed through them as the recognition came over his face.
“L…L…Lyla,” he stuttered.
“Hello Brand. Although we’ve never met, I’m glad to see you recognize who I am and know that me being here isn’t good for you.”
“W…,I.. f*ck,” he said. I pushed the point of my knife harder against his balls.
“Lanugage. Now, it’s f*cking inspection time. Get dressed and meet me in the common room with every one of your ranked officers.”
I removed my knife and he visibly shuddered. I saw his eyes track to his bedside table.
“Go ahead, reach for it. Reach for the gun that’s in that drawer. The fact that you have it in your drawer shows me what a f*cking d*mbass you really are. Just because you thought it…” I stabbed him in the thigh. Not too deep, but enough t
