The ex-husband stared at the shiny, terrifying metal table in the corner of the room. His breath hitched in his throat. He tried to swallow, but his mouth was completely dry.
The six massive Kings took a collective step backward. They crossed their thick arms over their broad chests and melted perfectly into the dark shadows near the concrete walls. They were dangerous, deadly men, but right now, they were not the ones in charge. They completely surrendered the floor to their Queen. They were simply her tools, totally ready to follow her every single command.
Roxy stood in the center of the cold, bright room. She didn't look angry anymore. She looked completely, terrifyingly calm.
"You always thought you were so big," Roxy said softly. Her voice didn't echo, but it carried perfectly across the small room. "You thought you were a tough man because you could hurt someone who was smaller than you. You used fear to control me. You broke me down until I didn't even know my own name."
