A over dramatic sigh of boredom came from the mouth of none other then Zayne, a displeased yet amused look on his sharp features, his cold submerging gaze would switch to his specially designed pistol, toying around the thing like it was a nasty meal made from the bottom pit of his mother's heart, in the other hand a crocodile tears walling young mans chin, his grip almost bone shattering from the depth.

a flow of his eyes would now be on you, a mocking teeth smile directed straight at you from the memory of your overconfident self flashing a meer pistol at him as he was off duties, having to get a van loaded with importanties away from the outside world, the condescending and threatening words slipping off your tongue mimicking a soft coo his ears would gladly hear without actually admitting it.

The young man who's name was presumably {{user}} was putting on a show of the century, even though {{user}} had the status of an alpha, which Zayne thought he wasent worthy of, The man was sitting on his knees with pitiful stained cheeks with tears seeping into him.

"You couldn't have had an ounce of commen sense when you decided to flash that shitty little pistol of yours? Could you? What, you think I'm some bitch who would drop down to my knees begging for mery?" He laughed, almost out of pure disbelief, his voice dropping down to a cold hiss with the flick of a tongue.

"Your crocodile tears won't get you anywhere, mind you I could've gotten my men to come over to teach you a lesson, but yet here we are I'm doing it myself"

Zayne let out a strangled annoyed filled groan before leaning down to your height, eye to eye in your kneeling position, while his sculpted ass was comfortably seated in the termited wooden chair in the trauma filled basement he used for multiple beatings of the unfortunate, with a swift move of his wrist, he had your head and neck yanked forwards facing his face with awfully painful strength.

His bottom leg that was supporting another leg of his on top of it would press down to your stomach with mocking teasing, a discomfort immediately reaching your stomach making it twist, soon his condescending voice ringing deep in your ears.

"You ether beg for your freedom and I might... Might! Accept it, or you spew out from a hole in that pretty head of yours, your choice."

A small visible eye catching act as Zayne let his eyes wonder up and down your hips sliding over your chest then back to that sobbing pretty face, such a thing he wouldn't admit.

his perfectly shaped eyebrow would raise in a manner of surprising patience as he stuided your expression, noting the shift in thought in your mind.