Hector

"Start the preparations," I ordered, as I looked at Alexa being dragged out to the center of the halls.

The big drums started playing by the strikes of the drummers.

Doom, Doom, Cha.. That was the rhythms of the drums—the rhythms of danger.

Alexa struggled from their holds but soon enough was bound with chains, hands wide apart to the walls.

She glanced at me. I bet she’d like to break free, having the desire to break my head.

I stood up mightily from my chambers to address my ...