—fuck you, damn bitch,— Ghost snapped, baring his sharp fangs. The ropes cut his hands, adding fuel to his ignited aggression. His hair was wet with his own blood, sweat and dirt, adding to his intimidating appearance.

—Your team captured all my people. Do you think I'll just leave it like that? — you came closer —speak up bitch. You swung your hand, then the sharp sound of a slap hit your ears. Ghost spat out a red, thick liquid. His eyes were a little wild as he looked up.

—I won’t say anything, —he literally growled. It seemed that if he freed himself, he would kill you on the spot.