lirvothethird

  "Ugghhh..."

  Blearily opening my eyes, I reached my hand up to wipe my eyes. Eyes opened wide, still a bit blurry, as I couldn't reach my eyes. Tugging again, it seemed that my hands were restrained by manacles, as a clinking sound cnged in my ears. Looking down, a new change of clothes enveloped my body, and I was somewhere inside a tent. The tent fp opened, as a hand lifted the cover, revealing a man covered in what looked to be a bck scarf. Moving aside, he revealed a woman behind him with scars marring half of her face.

  "Looks like he's awake."

  A rasp muffled by the scarf speckled with blood confirmed my status. Wide awake now, I cautiously edged away from them, as I figured they wouldn't be that hostile if they tried to treat my wounds. I still asked the normal question while shaking my arms which was behind my back, causing the steel to resound.

  "Why am I tied up?"

  "Is it normal not to?"

  Answering my question with another question, the scarf guy put down a wooden stump for her to sit on before he stood back guarding the tent entrance. The woman crossed her legs as she sat, covered in partial pte armor as she pulled out one of the many knives surrounding her legs. I continued in a slightly fbbergasted tone

  "Normal to what?"

  She used the knife to lift my chin up, cold steel sending shivers up my spine. I did not like this. Leaning forwards with a smile, she spoke.

  "I'm the one answering questions here, understood?"

  Afraid of the knife, I couldn't shake my head. I had never tested what I can do to pure steel with my magic or physique. Chuckling, she leaned back, removing the knife, but not without drawing a line of blood. She licked the drop of blood. My eyes widened, as traces of red fog momentarily floated over her lips.

  "Oh my, I forgot about that... now tell me, what were you doing?"

  "I was climbing the mountain before the snow rushed me."

  Tensing as I spoke, as I didn't even know who they were.

  "Oh? In these clothes?"

  Raising my poor shredded bloodstained clothes from somewhere, she giggled, as her something else shook in their confines. Not to be shaken by the vibrations as my face grew slightly warmer, I looked down further. Daggers adorned her waist like a skirt as the middle of her bck leggings had a red diamond shaped fabric peeking out. Hurriedly looking away to the side, I decided I had enough.

  "Farewell, thanks for the treatment."

  Mumbling my farewell, I used my magic to shake the chains, gradually shaking it harder until it broke. It seemed like I can break out of these thankfully. Standing up, I reached for my clothes that were being held in her hands.

  'Air? Hands grab air, strange.'

  My clothes were suddenly in a different pce. Reaching again for them, I caught a glint of amusement in her eyes, as the guy in the back didn't even move. I was looked down on, which is fine, but my clothes which was the st thing I had of my mother needed to go with me. The clothes evaded capture once again. Frustrated, I grabbed quickly this time, only to grab my clothes as well as something soft.

  Releasing my grip slightly, I used both hands to pull at my bloodstained clothes. Leaning back quickly as I pulled, it didn't even budge, until a tearing noise was heard before she suddenly released the clothes. Reeling back from the unexpectedness, I went straight into the ground, bringing my slightly torn shirt with me, which I promptly held to my chest to allow it to follow.

  "Humph."

  My cheeks flushed as I remembered the soft feeling I grasped.

  'First, clean my clothes, then find something to eat and replenish whatever I lost from my blood.'

  At that thought, I remembered those luscious lips licking that droplet. Shaking my head again, I move away from the group of people I sensed.

  ???'s POV

  "Well, that was unexpected."

  A sultry voice remarked after the teen managed to escape while presumably extremely injured. The 'bodyguard' unsheathed his twin scimitars, a bnd uninterested voice sounding.

  "We chase?"

  "No need, I don't think he will really leave..."

  Covering her mouth, a bloody fog trickled out slowly. Covering his scimitars again, he questioned her decisions.

  "How will you tell the others?"

  "They will know, I will take responsibility."

  "You're a pedophile, you know that?"

  He shook his head as he left the tent. She chuckled.

  "How useful will he be?"