"My dick!!!"
*Clink**Clang*
"Urgh—cough!"
Lokiath snapped open his eyes in panic and horror, trying to get up and look at his nether region, only to groan in pain and choke as he found himself bound to a single, metal slab.
His wrists, ankles, neck, and waist were bound by black leather belts linked with chains that were attached to the metal slab he was laid on.
The slab, on the other hand, was strong enough to not budge even though he, an epic-ranker was trying his hardest to break free.
The place he was in was completely dark, making it hard for him to even guess what was happening or where he was.
'Was it the king of Noxviel?'
He growled inwardly, sure that it was the king of Noxviel who was behind all of this.
He had almost won the match in the most heroic way, and he was just about to get his kingdom a full victory on his own, but that bastard just couldn't let him be.
