“Argh… fuck,”

Finding himself in a strange basement with his hands tied behind his back and legs attached to fetters to ensure he won’t escape.

And why would endeavor to when he was against twenty men alone.

He was not like his beloved Zariah who could throw down a tower all alone.

“Dammit- what the-”

Blinking a few times, Nathaniel cleared his vision to contemplate how the restrains on him as a certain man stood proud before him.

Taking out his lens and revealing his brown eyes.

Wiping off the makeup which hid his features and the mark Nathaniel imprinted on his skin.

A mark of him being his personal...