Chapitre 4: Hatred
Felix winced as he flinched away from the man's hold, lifting his own hand up to push the man's hand away.
``Why, do you not remember me?`` The man asked, swiftly moving his hand to grip Felix's wrist, keeping a firm hold. The tall man jerked Felix towards him with his wrist, using his other arm to put around his curvy waist. After doing so, the man brought Felix's palm to his lips, stealing a kiss.
Felix grimaced, cringing at the man's aggressive yet 'loving' actions.
``No, I don't, and frankly I do not care,`` Felix scowled, attempting to flinch his hand away from the man's grasp, yet desperately failing.
``Oh? Well, my name is Quill.`` He stated in a monotone manner, seemingly unimpressed from Felix's absence of memory.
``You're going to need to know that. You'll be screaming it later.`` Quill hummed, his mischievous grin returning, seemingly more unsettling than before. Evil intentions surrounded the mans aura, making him more uncomfortable than he was originally.
``Excuse me?`` Felix grumbled, his eyes squinting at the tall man who was holding him in his firm, dangerous grasp.
``I don't think so.``
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone