"Where am I?" Ned cried even though he felt the heavy pressure weighing down his head.
Forgetting the radical surgery Khiccaal hand made on his right side gut, he bent as the wound rived some part of his skin. Although the wound was dry, Ned could still see a part of flesh accumulated a white puss.
Looking down, Ned saw his manhood. He freshened a bit seeing it all intact.
Ned leaned forward only to let out an involuntary grunt as chains wrapped around his wrist grating between his flesh and iron. This time, his hands were tied, unable to stretch or form a fist. They needn't do so, upon remembering what had happened, a few hours, perhaps a day or two, Ned checked his status only to be presented with 4, 000 mana points and a meager 10 mana. Ned felt the coldness his body produces, not because he was naked but because he couldn't feel mana running through his veins. He was dry. He looked down and smiled, that must be the reason he was dangling. Ned was dry.
