"You should be proud of the fact that you're still alive and floating. And you mentioned my father earlier, didn't you? That's not something I can sweep under the rug. You probably prepared yourself for a terrible death when you mentioned him," said Darius.

He sighed. "I've been kind to you, you know. I haven't done anything to harm you thus far, have I? I allowed you to mock and insult me for so long, yet you don't seem satisfied."

Darius shook his head. "I'll give you another chance to speak, but you'd better think before you do. Don't be rash." He swung his hand downward, making the black-robed person slam onto the ground where his legs had been injured.

He screamed in pain again and stared at Darius in terror. He felt like Darius was a devil from hell. He gulped, suddenly regretting accepting this mission. His mind raced as he shut his eyes and tried to think of what Darius would want to hear.

A few seconds later, he said, "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Reid. I shouldn't have mentioned your fa