Diana's POV
'Where...am I?'
My body...every part of it felt like I was dying burnt in the hellfire, the saliva in my mouth felt like it was poison with the bitterness.
My face used to be soft, smooth and when I touched it, it had a scar on it.
The pink eyes which were my pride became dark purple like the color of the banner on the other side of the iron rods.
White hair just like the scale of the dragon which saved me in the morning, the blood dripping on my knees was the same as the blood coming out of the dragon's throat as it was killed saving me in the process.
I...couldn't help it. My chest felt stuffy filled with frustration and anger as my hands were locked with the handcuff attached to the chain which tied to the flagpole.
I wanted to kill all of those people, seeing them cutting the flesh of the savior dragon and tearing it to piece and then eating it raw in front of my eyes.
