Chapitre 87: Book 1 : Chapter 87 Spilled Milk

December 18th

Leo's POV

"Mess her hair up a bit more," I ordered Luciano as I held up my phone with the camera app on. We were in the southern territory prison and having chained Hestia up we were ready to send Achilles the news.

"Duct tape or cloth gag?" He asked.

"Definitely the gag. Duct tape is a bit construction worker that got bored in his lunch hour," I replied before looking at the terrified girl with a smirk.

Luciano stepped forward and seized her head before roughly tying the cloth around her face. He tied it tight.

"Satisfied?" He asked, stepping out of the shot.

"It will do."

I took the photo of her and sent it straight to Achilles.

After the message had delivered, I glanced up at Luciano, "you can untie her now."

"Really?" Luciano questioned, not showing any signs of moving towards her.

"No, I just said it because I like the sound of my own voice," I remarked, "we got the photo and it's her husband we want to punish, not her."