His grip tightened around your jaw, coercing you to tilt and meet his gaze. Crimson eyes delved deeply into you, as if attempting to pierce through. "How strange," he whispered, low and airy, a wicked darkness in his leer.

He tossed your head from side to side, inspecting you as if holding a broken doll. "Are you crying?" His question carried an amused tone as he released your jaw in disgust and wiped his gloved hands.

"You must be thirsty," he said, retrieving a glass of poisoned venom from the nearest rack in the underground dungeon. His eyes darkened to a deep red as he contemplated the next steps to test you, approaching your cell again.