Damien’s POV
I angrily got off my bed and dashed off to the torturing room where Isabella was, as stated by Luke. Luke also ran after me. My vision had become coated with a dangerous red haze as I anticipated tearing off the heads of those who might have laid their hands on her. I was the only one with the right to torture her, she was mine to torture, mine to f**k, mine to do whatever I wanted, she was mine and mine alone.
And yet, someone dares to touch her? She belongs to me!
A growl escaped my lips and I walked even faster and reached the dungeon.
The guard who had been dozing off with his legs up on the table immediately shot to his feet, wincing as the chair he had been seated on crashed to the floor as I barged in.
I barely spared him a glance as I told Luke, "Get rid of him."
