Amelia could just barely make out the figure approaching her; her hair matted with blood fell over her eyes. He brushed back her hair and grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him.
“If you would only tell us who trained you we would let you go.” he whispered.
If her hands weren’t chained to the ceiling Amelia would have attacked him. Instead she spat in the man face and growled,“Just kill me.”
Magnus calming walked across the room,pick up a towel, wiped the spit from his face, and turning said to the woman, “Now, now where’s the fun in that?”