The oxygen seemed to have become restricted in the room for Aselia couldn't breathe at his words. Her pupils dilated and both her hands fisted at her sides, if the man hadn't raised her she would have punched him. But then she was the one who had brought Xiran here to get tortured, why was she feeling so frustrated?
"Isn't Markius handling that part? Why am I needed to do it?" Aselia finally spoke getting her bearing back and unclutching her hands.
"Because he is your prisoner and you don't agree with our techniques," Aldridge replied calmly, observing her like a hawk.
"Fine," she got up and stormed out of his office followed swiftly by Yurian.
