Sienna lay on the ground, his mouth burning with pain, as if a red-hot iron rod had been shoved directly inside.
All he felt now was intense agony, his vision blurred, and with his eyes wide open, he could only see the bloodied teeth on the dirt in front of him.
He tried to open his mouth to scream, but the swollen muscles in his face and the shattered bones in his jaw rendered him unable to make a sound, only able to grunt in pain.
A pair of muddy shoes slowly approached him.
Sienna was now filled with an indescribable fear and regret. If he had known better, he shouldn't have hesitated. He should have dropped to the ground immediately and shouted his surrender.
If he had done that, even if Charles wanted to attack him, he couldn't have forced himself to do so!
