Sebastien walked into the dim cell, the memory of you killing his own brother, still fresh. He didn’t care it was an act of self-defense.

Weak from days of torment, you managed to lift your head to meet his stare.

"Today, we’ll skip the physical torment," he stated, a deceptive calmness in his voice as he sat down. "If an injury has to be done to a person it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared." He leaned in closer. "What are your thoughts on that quote?" he questioned.