This pain was nothing, but I was scared they would actually melt through my wrists and tear my hands clean off… that wouldn't be the most fortunate thing.
"Up here,"
From my sitting position, I snapped my head upwards, finding myself in a large tent with a singular man, his blood-red eyes glowing as he stared down at me.
A lion… that's not a human, that's an entire lion, manticore, chimera… a monster.
"We patched you up. Shouldn't you be thanking me?" He asked, but his voice was so cold that I just couldn't reply as my eyes shifted down to my bandaged wound. "Your healing properties are quite good… though, you'll have a dent there due to the flesh being ripped out."
"Thank you for your generosity in healing me…." I muttered but wasn't too happy as he was the one who did this to me.
"Well, there wouldn't be any use in healing you if I didn't find you interesting. Deserters are executed… or are you possibly not part of our army?"
