"You look beautiful, doll," he whispers, almost sounding sadistic. Astrid's teary eyes finally meet his in a slow, dropping motion. Her pretty lips open and close, and she manages to choke out just one word: "Puck off, bastard."
"I'm afraid I love the rear, doll. Be prepared for it... tonight." Swiping away the blood on her lips with the pad of his thumb, he winks at her and gets up. Astrid feels numb as the meaning behind his words registers in her mind.
"Never... I will never let you touch me again," she seethes with redefined hate. Kael stops to look at her over his shoulder, a victorious smirk glorifying his lips. "You will beg for it."
"Ron!"
"Yes, sir?"
Astrid gulps and looks up at him, wondering what he meant. His next words make it clear.
"Take Mrs. Astrid's brothers to a safe place. As long as your Luna behaves well, these three will be kept alive."
"You... you can't do this..." She reaches him on her knees, and he looks down at her to sigh.
