Ruto's jaw tightens with calculated rage at Vagris's smug smile.
Juta had suffered. A lot. He'd cried. Bled. Nearly died.
"You made him suffer, so now, I'm going to take your life." His voice darkly radiates with a soft, ominous calm, his vengeful mind foggy with cruel means to punish this bastard and make him feel everything Juta endured. And more.
Murderous tension oozes between both males, the air grows thicker and then deathly silence follows.
Even the laughters of the soldiers who sit around the bonfire suddenly halt and they watch both males with deep interest and growing unease.
"What part is making you angry enough to threaten my life? I'm not afraid of you, half-breed" Vagris spits, and then he leans forward to whisper, drunk on both wine and cruelty.
"Is it the fact that he cried? Or that he moaned for me just like he does for you? I didn't think he'd cry that easily. Maybe you've been too gentle." And then he turns to the rest of the soldiers, laughing manically.
