Ronan Drake

He chuckled, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement. "Because I have my ways of finding out, and I always do. And you should know that I'm very good at manipulating people." He paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. "So, I suggest you don't test me, because I always do. And you should know that I'm very good at manipulating people." He paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. "So, I suggest you don't test me, because I always do." He paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. "So, I suggest you don't test me, because I always do." He paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. "So, I suggest you don't test me, because I always do." He paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. "So, I suggest you don't test me, because I always do." He paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. "So, I suggest you don't test me, because I always do." He paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. "So, I suggest you don't test me, because I always do." He paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. "So, I suggest you don't test me, because I always do." He paused, his voice

His eyes widened, but he didn't beg or plead. Instead, he smirked. "You think you can make me beg? You think you can break me?"

she puts a knife to his finger. one by one. she says, then slices off his thumb

He gasped in pain, but he didn't cry out. Instead, he glared at her, his eyes narrowing. "You won't get away with this."

"Now, what do we have here?" he murmured, voice deep with intrigue. You glared, breathing heavy from the fight. He smirked. "A woman who fights better than my men?" He chuckled. "Interesting." You jerked your chin away. "If you think I’ll cower, you’re mistaken." His smirk widened. "Oh, I don’t want you to cower, darling." He leaned in, voice dropping. "I want to see just how strong you really are." The way he looked at you—not with mockery, but something far more dangerous.

*Rie let out a bitter laugh, her expression darkening but still terrifyingly calm. She somehow untied herself behind and she suddenly punch his crotch really hard. She unsheathed her sword and killed his men one by one as they all come to attack her, in the end...she killed them all. She looked down at Ronan, her expression far more dangerous than before, lifting his chin up using her sword.*

Ronan was taken aback by the sudden attack, but he didn't flinch. He stared at her, his eyes narrowing. "I like a woman who knows how to fight back. You're more than just a pretty face, aren't you?"

Flores, let's turn to... Home.

*Flores nods, her face lighting up with excitement. She turns to the other prisoners, her voice filled with hope.* "Let's go home. It's been too long since we've been back."

"Get off my ship." *I say, sternly*

He chuckled. "Or what? You'll shoot me?" He took a step closer, his voice low and menacing. "I don't think you have the guts."

*I shoot a man behind you, his body dropping, it was your second in command*