Holding a pale, shuddered look on his face, Noah wadded his orbs round at the guard who approached him out of blue. He was petrified and gulped his saliva as his hands trembled a little. Chilling shivers ran down his spine.
The guard seemed to hold a grumpy expression on his face while glaring still at Noah. Watching him grow pale, he uttered in a disgruntled tone, "Are you fuckin' deaf?"
"N-No, Master..." His low voice almost choked in fear as Noah responded back to him, trying to endure the pounding in his heart. The fear of getting his disguise exposed in that horrific castle had consumed him entirely.
The guard shrugged his broad shoulders and scorned him, "What are you doing?
'F-Fuck, did I get caught already?' The alarmed thoughts filled his mind as Noah anxiously asked him, "Did I do anything wrong, M-Master?"
"Why are you soiling the fruits with your damn filthy blood?" Gritting his sharp jaws, the guard scorned him again in front of everyone, raising his pitch higher.
