Holding the chain that was connected to the collar around Primordial Life's neck, the man tugged on it, "Also, my name is not mortal. If your dreams for me are to torture me and all I love, then at least get my name right. I mean, if you are going to fuck me, at least kiss me. So... what's my name?"
Primordial Life shuddered in rage, but he did not fight the pull from the mortal, nor did he deign to respond to his taunts. Although his perception might be locked inside his flesh by these damned chains, he was aware that Rowan was watching him, and his words were meant for Rowan, not this mortal, but Rowan had found a way to bring the most annoying mortal in all of existence to torture him.
