"Well if it isn't the traitor from hell," He said, feeling his body tense at the sight of the other. This bastard. Traitorous, a liar, ugh. He sickened him—well. He couldn't exactly say that he could blame him or anything. He had his reasoning. This moron had just gone about it in the most wrong of ways.
Guess who said that, if you can. You get to give me a truth or a dare. If you cannot, I shall do what I want to you, without you complaining.
