( Present)
My chain of thoughts is interrupted by that bastard Wilson stepping in and I sigh.
What's his problem now?
It's been a few hours since he left. I am sure it is somewhere around 3 am. No one visits at this hour.
Closing my eyes, I try to go back to sleep when suddenly my front is slammed on the floor. And then click.
He locked my hands behind me.
" Fuc* off bastard!"
I trash to no avail. My body was too weak right now. Another click follows and I see him locking my ankles together.
Moving back he cracks his neck to a side to whisper.
" Perfect"
" What is the meaning of this!"
I seethe, trying to squirm and get it off when he replies.
" Your Highness has made his decision...and he has asked me to inform you. "
He speaks, with a smirk lingering on his lips. And my sto
