“Now this is unfortunate little mouse.” Cyrus said in mock sympathy, his hand holding your face and inspecting it gently.

“You’re a resilient one. Still alive even after all that carnage.” His lips curled upwards in amusement, his red eyes cold and unfeeling. This beautiful man was dissapointed that you were still alive after attempting to drain you of all your worth.

“What shall I do with you?” He questioned rhetorically, tilting his head like a predator would to their prey.