: : : Kieran : : :
* SMACK! *
Blood splatters out of the guy’s mouth as I land my fist across his face. He has piercings on his eyebrow and his bottom lip. The snakebite on his lip tears his skin open and that’s gotta hurt. He takes the hit pretty well though, only letting out a low grunt though the pain must be excruciating.
“Still not gonna talk?”
I tower above him as he’s tied down on a chair. He looks up at me and his gaze is empty. A rogue’s different from most other wolves. They’re a loner and they have nothing to lose, which makes them a damn strong soldier.
I walk around the chair and stop at the table next to him. On the table, every kind of weapon and torture tool are displayed. I pick out a small throw knife from the table and I start playing with it, throwing it in the air
