SMACK!
Leo slapped the back of Grendel's head hard.
"Have some damn shame, you ape," Leo ridiculed him loudly, "You are unzipping your pants right in front of your mistress!? Do you not want that thing anymore?"
"Take your new toy somewhere else."
Grendel sheepishly smiled, rubbing the back of his head and flashing a wide, toothy grin at Belladonna.
"Sorry, Master. I got a little eager."
Grendel reached out with his massive, calloused hand. He grabbed the screaming, naked Cersei by her arm. He yanked her off the bed like she weighed nothing. She kicked, scratched, and cried hysterically, but it did absolutely nothing against him.
Grendel threw her over his broad, blood-soaked shoulder. He casually walked out of the room and headed down the long hallway, her frantic screams echoing off the marble walls until a heavy door slammed shut in the distance.
Leo stepped fully into the room. He walked over Commander Thorne's severed head, his boots leaving bloody prints on the floor.
