Ralp Mikinson.

He was caught trying to betray the most powerful woman in the world. He knew this out was inevitable.

Did he do this on purpose?

Was there a secret motive to his actions?

Hell did the man get a kick out of it?

Either way, Ralp sat tied up to a chair a stained tear face with a hopeless look that held a more evil intel within. “Mhmm I’m- im- so- so sorry mistress please forgive me for I have disobeyed you” He spoke helpless arching his back slightly out of neediness a masochist look in his eyes.