…Wentworth digs his feet into the ground and tightens his hands into fists as he lets a growl escape his stomach, like the bubbling fires of a volcano. “You may have taken many things from me, but you will not take my life.” he spits with fiery resolve, as he screws up his nose and casts a vicious glance towards Donovan, who wipes the blood from his lips with the back of his hand.

“I know you’re going to find this hard to believe, considering all the shit I’ve put you through, but taking your life is the last thing I have in mind. To be honest I want you to live a long and healthy life here with me, devoid of any dangers that would befall upon someone of your ilk.”

“T-Then why bring me here? W-Why threaten me?”

“I never threatened you dear boy, only those that kept you from me.”

“I-I-I, I don’t know if I can trust you.”

“You don’t need to trust me, you just need to believe me, for that is half the battle, and winning half the battle, wins the war.”

“W-W-What if I don’t want to stay? What will you do then?”

Donovan smiles broadly. “Then, I will ensure no one else gets you.”…