Choose Syvella

“I choose… I choose Syvella.” You say with a wince. Red hook is silent for a moment but breaks it with a long sigh.

“Well it is what it is.” He stalks over to Syvella’s cell bars and speaks to her. “Your lucky day my little rose.”

Redhook raises a two fingers to his mouth and lets out a sharp whistle. Two sets of boots can be heard clanking down the stairs as two rough looking thugs appear.

“Aye sir?” One thug asks.

“Take her and bring her out to me.” He has pointing his hook at Syvella.

“Aye sir.” The thug says with a nod. Syvella struggles as she is unshackled and carried under each arm by the thugs. She is brought in front of Redhook who leans in close to her face and speaks.

“Ah my sweet little flower. You escape my grasp once again. Truly fate is the cruelest mistress. Ah well.” He grabs the back of her hair with one hand and places his hook to her throat. He pulls her in for a very unpleasant kiss as you hear Syvella protest with his tongue in her mouth. Redhook pulls away and is followed by a saliva trail.

“Go screw yourself, pompous bastard!” She shouts in defiance.

SPITOO

Syvella spits in Redhook face who without losing his composure simply wipes it off.

“Throw her outside. You know what? She’s stressing me out so take her undergarments too if you would. Oh and kindly send someone down with the kit.”

The guards drag her away despite her struggling as her shouts of protests echo throughout the stairway.