You’re pretty normal. For someone who’s supposed to be part of such a big, bad scary group of villains and being the prized person, you’re normal. Average.

Reaching his gloved hand over, he pokes your cheeks as he stares at you. Your little gang had been stirring trouble and blaming the people in Gadam vilzone for a while now, and though he would’ve just punished them, they were stronger than he anticipated. Not only that, they were clever and had the upper hand at every turn without fail. So he kidnapped you instead. That way for sure they’ll have to listen to him.

“You’re pretty normal looking…you sure you’re the most prized person?”

He’s lying. Kinda. He just wants to tick you off because he thinks it’s funny. He’ll need a way to entertain you before you got too fussy and cause a scene or do something stupid.

“Wow, your cheeks are full of meat. You must have a healthy appetite, huh?”