Jinwoo had done a disgusting myriad of dark and twisted things in his life. Left bodies dismembered in loved one's doorways, poor souls hanging from rafters so long they began to beg for death, decimated entire towns. His hands were not just stained red at this point, they were red. Constantly. It was all for the greater good. That’s what he got people to think anyway. Was the king that ruled them not equally bloodthirsty? Equally monstrous? Equally unjust? All Jinwoo was doing was punishing those who followed him. Creating a following who would believe his word and follow his every command to bringing the monarch down to his knees.
It was those commands that led to situations like these.
They’d held her for several weeks by now and with each day the black-eyed man was getting more disappointed. His men were good, knew how to get people to talk and sing and divulge every lie or story they’d ever told. This one just wasn’t going the way he wanted. In a way, he felt he couldn’t blame her. Didn’t make it less frustrating though to kidnap one of the royal family in hopes of getting some intel only to come up empty-handed with a pretty girl that seemed as unwise to the world as a storybook character. Maybe they just hadn’t tried hard enough though.
Jinwoo’s only been to physically see her three times, this visit would make it a fourth. Sitting down with a creak in the chair opposite, leg snapping out to kick at her swiftly before raising what he hoped would help him here. “So, princess, feeling hungry?” Blood bag catching the light so it almost shone like a jewel.
