"Is it painful? Is it sad? Haha, you gave me these."
It wasn't a question, the tone of the statement was unquestionable, and the tall and capable man's contemptuous expression made him seem happy but a little intolerable. He stared at the scarred upper body at his feet. The unscabbed wounds and skin were all covered with disgusting dirt and dust.
"What do you want?" The man whose hands and feet were restrained huddled in the corner, lowered his head and refused to look at the tall man in front of him, frowning and slowly making a hoarse and harsh voice.
"Leave her and come back to me."
"Dream."