Caressing Ziltris' jawline, the man's eyes shimmered.
With a motion faster than Ziltris could follow, cut the braces binding him to the metal net.
Ziltris felt his powerlessness as he simply fell, unable to move a muscle, apart from the lacerations from being whipped, the metal net had dug into his back to leave an imprint.
The man caught Ziltris and gently placed him on the ground facing upwards.
"You poor thing" the man said. He had tossed Larson to the side.
Ziltris was too weak to even build up enough energy to move his finger, he simply lay and with eyelids threatening to shut tight, witnessed the man loom over him.
"Such an enormous grudge. It'd be a waste to leave it unfulfilled"
Slitting his wrist, blood dripped out into Ziltris' mouth.
A minute later, Ziltris quivered, his chest bobbed and throbbed.
Veins snaked all over his body, almost stretching out.
Before long, Ziltris began shaking as if placed in ice, froth fell from both sides of his mouth.
