Sobek threw the bottle of mead that he just drunk. His tummy’s filled with liquor now but he can still feel that he isn’t drunk enough. Then he turned to the woman beside him who’s trembling and crying quietly. He scoffed.
“Stop crying!” Sobek hissed. “You came here on your own accord, didn’t you?”
The woman just looked at him with fear in her eyes and nodded, her body shaking miserably even if she tried to calm herself. But then Sobek slapped her face, hard enough to knock her down the bed they’re in. A fresh cut on the side of her lips was made and she tasted her own blood.
“Never look into my eyes, woman! I hate it!” Sobek snarled dangerously and the woman just kept herself still, just looking down, fear running up to her spine.
When he’d seen her the last time, he knew instantly
