Dazz said in a low, deadly-quiet voice. “Why have you brought me here? I haven’t done anything!” “Really? You’re sweating profusely, and I can see your rapid pulse beating by the artery in your neck. Thump…thump…thump,” Dazz said slowly, his subtle tactics beginning to unnerve Trevvin. “Please, don’t…” “Don’t what?” Dazz asked as he circled the prey. “You just have to decide one thing, Trevvin. Do you want to die quickly, or do you prefer a slow, painful, agonizing death?” “Please, Commander…” “Tell me what I want to know.” Dazz took a sharp knife and held the tip of the blade against the prisoner’s cheek. When he remained quiet, Dazz drew a thin line down his face and let the blood trickle. “I’m waiting.” Dazz watched as Trevvin’s face changed, turned to hate before his eyes. “King Malik is a worthless leader!”
