"We did it for the future of our people! They won't accept! A blue blood, those disgusting blue bloods are supposed to die!" Froth formed at the corner of his mouth as he fell into a daze," You are already a dirty blood... Now you want to mix..."
A crack sound filled the room shutting the man up.
His face turned to the side as blood started to drip down the corner of his mouth.
The rope swung him around from the impact shaving the little skin that had survived his first assault.
"My brother used to say the same thing," she murmured coldly.
The face of the unpleasant duo came to her mind. She shook it off the disgust palpable.
The prisoners froze.
The slapped prisoner turned to look at her, his gaze still filled with a cult-like worship and stare that would have sent shivers down the spine of a normal person.
Lilith found them disgusting.
"We serve his vision," he murmured shakily," the bloodline must remain pure. You..."
