"You really love the sound of your own voice, don't you, Roy?" Rick stated coldly, his deep voice carrying a heavy, oppressive weight that instantly made the temperature in the hotel hallway violently drop, "But a dog should know how much they bark before they get beaten to death."
Rick took one slow, deliberate step forward, completely crossing the threshold and entering the hotel room, as the massive, terrifying aura of a true apex predator violently exploded from his body, entirely suffocating the air out of the small space.
Roy's arrogant laugh was instantly cut off, as his knees physically buckled under the sheer, monstrous pressure, completely remembering the horrific sound of his own bones snapping under Rick's heavy boots just hours ago.
"W-what are you doing?!" Roy stammered pathetically, as all the remaining color completely drained from his swollen face, frantically backing away until his spine hit the edge of a wooden dresser, completely abandoning his grip on Emily.
