"General, you can't do that! I'm a noble! You can't lay a hand on me!" Lehan cried, stepping back in fear.
"It's the lord's order," Marcus growled, walking toward him. "His authority is greater than yours." Marcus's fingers wiggled, itching to beat Lehan for his past misdeeds.
"AHH, I said don't come near!" Lehan shrieked, falling onto the floor and scrambling backward.
"Ahhhhh!" Lehan screamed as Marcus grabbed his arm and began to slowly twist it.
"Ah, please, please! My lord, forgive me! I'll sign! I'll sign!" he yelped, tapping the floor with his free hand, desperate to escape Marcus's grip.
"Marcus, back off," Bennett commanded, standing up and throwing the paper onto the floor in front of Lehan.
Lehan looked at the paper, a trickle of drool running from his lips due to the intense pain.
Bennett picked up the paper after Lehan completed his signature. She grinned and folded the contract.
