(Book 2, part 9)
Suddenly, there was a voice in the darkness. It was one he was unfamiliar with, a low growl of a voice, almost hauntingly beast-like.
“Stand up,” ordered the voice in a commanding manner.
With effort, Ben
winced as he tried to stand up but found the strain on his body too great. He was still sore and tired but managed to sit himself up as he found his head was near a black wall. Glancing around with tired and tear strained eyes Ben
could still see nothing but blackness. It gave him the Chill
he felt earlier when he had gazed at the hole in the black wall.
A sudden throaty laugh could be heard around Ben
. He didn’t like his situation and his surroundings.
“Do not try to resist me. You are too weak and pathetic,” uttered the voice after the laughter died down.
had no intention of resisting. He was too tired to fight, mentally or physically. But the Sting
of the remark ignited a fire in Ben
’s eyes that seemed to announce that no matter how hard he would be beaten down Ben
would not take it for very much longer.
A silent hiss escaped his mouth as he was about to speak but the sudden pain came back and this time Ben
felt a stony cold hand around his throat. The hand gripped his neck fiercely, the claw-like nails pricking barely into Ben
’s skin like the tips of very sharp needles.
“Do not speak unless I tell you, urchin!” threatened the voice as Ben
let out a whimper from the nails digging into his neck.
(to be continued...)