KIAN
Lain looks beyond displeased as I get down from the horseback, pulling his left arm with me since it is handcuffed with my right one. He scurries off from the horseback before he can go slamming onto the ground and face-plants himself.
He loves his face. I know it.
He is still scared of what happened earlier. It pleases me. I revel at the fear in his eyes. But it does a little subside the irritation and fury bubbling inside me and fluttering all over the place. So, I handcuffed him with me. I won't let the man piss in peach.
He explained why he ran away but both of us know this is nothing but bullshit. Everything he said was a lie. Just like his name and identity. But I didn't push it. Because for guys like Lain, there is something worse than death. And that is losing face.
I will humiliate Lain until he can't take it anymore and burst into flame. I press my lips to prevent them from curving up and turning into a smile.
