The recruit's face was turning red, his eyes wide with genuine fear. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, no sound coming out except strangled gasps.
Damian held him there for another few seconds, long enough for the message to sink in, long enough for the man's vision to start going dark around the edges.
Then he dropped him.
Thud
Pant…pant…
The man collapsed to the floor, gasping and coughing, his hands going to his throat where red marks were already forming.
Damian turned to face the room, his sharp crimson eyes sweeping across every face. Several men took involuntary steps backward, their bodies reacting before their minds caught up.
"Let me make something very clear."
His voice carried to every corner despite being barely above normal speaking volume.
