Baxton grinned at the girl inside the cell, enjoying how she struggled to free herself from the shackles holding her legs and hands. An amused chuckle escaped his throat because he knew there was no way for the girl to break the chains or the cell. Her pain caused him pleasure. "How's my favourite prisoner doing today?" He asked, not even trying to hide the amusement in his voice.
"What can I say, coward?"
"What did you just call me?" Baxton quirked one of his perfect brows at her.
"Coward, of course. How else do you want me to address a man like you?" Braxton chuckled
"I would advise that you watch your mouth, Lydia. I don't want to do something I will regret."
"Something like what, killing me?"
"Trust me, I wouldn't mind doing that this minute, but unfortunately, you haven't served your purpose to me." Lydia let out a burst of humourless laughter,