I was so anxious that I squatted down, grabbed her collar, and interrupted her, “Just tell me where the kid is!”
The she-wolf was too afraid to look me in the eyes, so she hurriedly explained, “The werewolf who sent the kid over said that the boy was very ugly, and because of that, he couldn’t see anyone, so…”
“So what?” I was dying of anxiety. The she-wolf stammers annoyed me even more.
“So he can’t be even a slave. In order not to draw unnecessary attention, he said we can cut off the kid’s limbs and then sell him to the circus with those disabled ones.”
When I heard that, I was so angry that I fainted.
Arron’s POV
When I opened my eyes, all I could see was darkness. I blinked dazedly and realized that my hands were bound. What was more, there were several other kids next to me, all of them tied up as well. I struggled to sit up, feeling more restless by the second.
The place was dank and reeked of blood and mold. I could even make out cobwebs in the corners of what looked to be a massive tent-like structure.
It was very noisy outside. Wherever this was, it definitely wasn’t in the imperial palace. Uncle Long Legs would die before allowing the imperial palace to resemble anything like a rowdy farmers’ market.
I had no idea what was going on. The last thing I remembered was going to sleep, and then the large floorboard beside the bed was suddenly pushed open. It was so sudden and yet so strange that my initial thought was that I was dreaming. Those kinds of things only happened in nightmares.
Then, before I could call for help, a werewolf had appeared and knocked me out.
The bandages around my head were dirty now, and the knot had loosened so that some of the strips fell over my eyes. I flicked my head back to keep my sight clear before trying to stand up.
More than fear, I felt worried about Mommy. She would be so upset if she found out that I disappeared. I need to figure out a way to get out of here.
Another wave of the metallic smell of blood hit me, and I knew then that my captors were dangerous people. Unfortunately, I was too young. I would be no match against them. My best chance for survival would be to escape.
The other kids hadn’t woken up yet. I tried to call out to them as quietly as I could, but it was no use. I couldn’t stick around any longer. It would be better to flee now and come back for them later.
I walked around gingerly and surveyed my surroundings. The tent had no windows, just a small, wooden door off to one side.
As expected, it was locked.
I couldn’t help but feel discouraged. It was the only exit, so I had to devise another way out of this place. Just then, I heard the clanging sound of chains from the other side of the door. Someone was unlocking it. I instantly jumped back and lay on the ground, pretending to still be unconscious.
The door creaked open, followed by the sound of approaching footfalls.
Luckily, there were a bunch of discarded tables and chairs just in front of me, so I was able to sneak a peek at the visitors without them noticing.
A bunch of people entered the space, each of them wearing a clown mask and a knight’s getup, though their garments varied in color. They looked straight out of some play.
Light streamed through the open door, and only then did I realize that the ground was stained with fresh blood. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the horrible things that had happened here.
Fear got the better of me. I shut my eyes tightly, not daring to make a single move.
The group slowly drew nearer, carrying with them the pungent smell of sweat mixed with blood.
I tried to keep my breaths shallow, if only so that I could hide the fact that my heart was racing.
The heavy footsteps kept circling us.
I didn’t know what they were looking at, and I wasn’t brave enough to risk another peep. I tried to calm my thundering heart by conjuring images of Mommy. I always thought of her whenever I was afraid. I knew that Mommy would come for me. She would be here soon. I just needed to hold out and survive until she arrived. Until then, I must not give up hope!
I was still pep-talking myself when one of the clown-faced knights stopped beside me. I had no way of knowing what he was doing above me, presumably staring at me.
Then I heard him speak, his words sending a chill down my spine.
“It looks like someone is being naughty by pretending to be asleep.”
My breath hitched in my throat, and I could feel cold sweat beading on my forehead.
Arron’s POV
I could feel someone looming over me, and then I felt hot breath fanning against my face. It was all I could do to remain still and not roll away in disgust.
I counted silently in my mind, bracing myself for what was to come. If the person was still there by the time T reached the count of five, I would strike Title of the document 1… 2… 3… 4…
Before I could get to the next digit, a cry came from the boy lying next to me.
I tensed up at the sound and grew even stiffer, scared to death that the kidnappers would turn on me next.
And then I heard a gut-wrenching wail as the boy begged for mercy. It was followed by a flurry of panicked footsteps and the sound of rustling clothes. I figured that the boy must have tried to escape, but was instantly caught and pulled back.
I inwardly sighed in relief, even though my heart was still thundering furiously inside my chest. Whoever had been staring at me had left to capture the boy.
I pricked up my ears to keep track of my surroundings. A ball of dread formed in the pit of my stomach when I only heard the boy’s cries, his voice turning hoarse.
“Let me go! You devil!”
I heard the cracking sound of a slap, and then a werewolf snarled, “Shut up!”
It was quickly dawning on me that my chances of escaping unscathed were slim.
The boy had finally stopped yelling, and all I could hear were muffled sobs and soft whimpers. He sounded like a lost and wounded pup waiting for its mother to come and fetch it.
I suddenly heard another vicious smack, and I almost flinched. The same boy let out a blood curdling scream of pain.
“I told you to be quiet, you naughty boy! Now, look what you’ve done. You woke everybody up!”
Right on cue, I heard the murmur of movements around me. The other kids were rousing one after another, yet judging by their silence, they hadn’t seemed to figure out what was happening just yet.
Since everyone was awake, there was no point in me pretending to be asleep anymore. It would only draw more suspicion.
And so, I slowly opened my eyes. I shuffled over to an inconspicuous corner and remained quiet as I observed the adults.
It took them a moment, but the other children finally understood the situation They were smart enough not to scream in horror, and we all curled up in a ball as we watched the kidnappers with wary eyes.
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