"To make things interesting, for today's competition, we will be aiming for the apple on the slave's head."
Mikel's voice boomed and the man teleported from one end of the courtyard to the other end in an instant.
Sylvia looked up in dread. This man… He was going to use me as a live target dummy?
Her eyes reddened and gradually turned frosty. Her lips trembled but they as well calmed down.
The woman clenched her fist tightly until her knuckles turned white.
Sylvia looked up and stared at the two men in the distance. They seemed to be pleasantly joking and chatting.
One of them pointed towards her and suddenly thick wines started sprouting from the wall behind her.
The wines tightened around her and held Sylvia firmly in place.
They closely imprisoned her against the wall and extended all the way up to her neck.
Sylvia couldn't even turn her head slightly.
