I watched him, battered and bruised, stumbling through the alley. The prince, my prince. His once-proud posture had been reduced to a broken figure, the remnants of his dignity lying shattered on the cold ground. Yet, there was something in his eyes—a flicker of defiance, even now.

He opened his mouth, voice weak, barely more than a whisper. "I told you I wouldn’t do it…"

I chuckled softly, my eyes narrowing. "You’re still here. Still breathing."

His words came out bitter, laced with contempt. "Like you care… I’m just a tool to you."

I stepped closer, my gaze unwavering. "You’re more than just a tool. You’re a reminder of what I made you."

He faltered, collapsing toward the pavement, but before he could hit the ground, I moved. My hands caught him, steadying him.

"Careful. Wouldn’t want you to break too soon."

His body tensed, trying to pull away. "Let go of me!"

I could feel the anger radiating off him, but I wasn’t about to let him go that easily. "You want me to break you. But I won’t let you go that easily."

I pulled him up, our faces just inches apart. He glared at me, his words laced with venom. "Then just kill me already."

I smirked, my grip tightening slightly. "I could. But you’re far too valuable alive. Let’s see how much more you can take before you beg me for mercy."