It wasn't like he really cared, he had no time to worry about such trivial matters; like her impending death for example. The thought of her dying was more or less a reason to celebrate than worry.
"You're so cruel it's sickening!" she growled at him from the other side of the caged door, gripping the iron bars till her knuckles turned white.
"Oh please," he scoffed, "I have no time for such flattery." He merely turned and walked back down the hall.
"Surely you're joking!" she shouted after him, "You wouldn't really leave me here would you?"
He turned back once to look at her, his dark eyes turning from indifference and amusement to hard edged cruelty, "Think of this as repayment for everything you've done to me."
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