Sadistic Masterpiece
The absurdity of the current situation was overwhelming the irrational fear restricting the actions of the slave trader, Reginald.
''Are you completely crazy?! What do you mean nobody died…don't you know the knight department won't stand for a crime involving individuals of my stature?! ''
Until now, Reginald still sat on his comfy chair, a luxurious desk separated him by Eric.
The apparently illogical words and the mental illusion of his private space not being yet invaded gave him the spurt of energy necessary to end the previous sentence.
Then, when the adrenaline lowered partially, and Reginald saw that mob of black hooded enemies that barged by force inside his house, he swallowed hard because of fear.
The reality was the most effective intimidation means at that moment.
Eric wasn't bothered by that pitiful leech momentarily acting up and continued with his own speech.