Little Hell

Kind words were the last thing he expected to hear, his head moving swiftly to find the source of the melodious voice. “Who are you?” He asked his jaw hanging open, his eyes wide and desperate. “Where I am I?” panic began to seep into his voice, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He attempted to rise only to wince painfully and draw his ruined paw close to his chest. He fell back to the ground, his whole body heaving with every breath he took. “Please, where is Ganta?” He asked, his eyes pleading for the woman who appeared so kind to assure him that all was well, that Dragoste had simply relocated after the attack. Perhaps she was even new to their ranks.

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