From being a slum rat at the mercy of gangs, to an alien at the mercy of a stronger alien... after all he went through, what changed? Thoughts like this bounced around Rhys's head as the hand around his throat got tighter and tighter.
With the putrid taste of iron flooding into his mouth, and every other part of his body screaming at him, the vice grip clamping his throat closed was still the most painful thing happening to him.
[33/50 HP]
[32/50 HP]
[31/50 HP]
The elf's eyes were alight with sick amusement, laughing gleefully as he wrung the life out of Rhys — retribution for his lost ear.
"You thought you could win?" He asked between raucous laughter.
