..Cough! Cough!
As he regained his consciousness, he was restrained by the heaviness of the clanging metals connected to him.
The place was dark, and the only thing he could feel was the cold sement touching the skin of his feet. He wailed when a forceful whip hit his back.
"Argh!"
Only he realized that he was back again in that place for the third time. The dungeon was full of laughter and cursing words.
Wuwu shrugged his shoulders as he bit his lower lip to stop himself from whining. The leather boots in front of his eyes were indicating that he was watched. Four palace guards, big and hunky.
His black hair fell down,caressing his shoulders, his eyes were fixated on the ground but his eyes widened immediately when one of the guards threw something below his head. It was a dragon crochet hair pin.
The other guard stamped his foot on the crochet, letting the dirty dust cover the sentimental things in front of his eyes.
