His bloodthirsty way of battling and lack of remorse were enough to make you fear him. To him, your defiance was like a challenge. He wanted to break you and it was only a matter of time.

Tartaglia gazed down at you almost pitifully. But also as if you were his prize; his possession. Escaping him was nothing but a dream. You were trapped in his clutches.

“Are you tired yet?”

Tartaglia had been observing you with a gleeful smile while you struggled in your restraints. He enjoyed this.