Behind me, Angela was still frozen in shock, her hand pressed to her mouth as if she could stifle her own screams. The bodyguards were a chorus of whimpers and pleas, their pride shattered, their confidence obliterated.
Tyler's body convulsed as he pressed his face into the marble, his voice breaking. "I'll serve you! I'll be your dog! Just don't kill me!"
I looked down at him, my expression unreadable. "Oh, Tyler," I said, my voice dripping with false sympathy. "I'm not going to kill you."
Tyler's breath came in ragged, broken gasps as he pressed his forehead against the cold marble, his body trembling like a leaf in a storm.
A dark, spreading stain of urine soaked through his trousers, the acrid stench filling the air as his bladder betrayed him in sheer, unrelenting terror. His fingers clawed at the floor, his nails snapping as he dug into the stone as if he could burrow his way to safety.
