Chapter 76 The Memory

• "Aren't you in prison?" the albino held my neck with his hand, I felt the warmth of his palm on my skin. "Damn you, are you using a substance, you sick fuck, what are you babbling about, in prison, my ass. Perhaps you have the final verdict and I should take the Lord behind an ugly cell for a change."
• His touch was strengthening his grip.
• He is offended, yes, he should be offended for saying a rash thing if he is his lackey, the one who exists to take care of him.