No Longer Freedom

5. Starving.

Tom's POV

I woke up to the sound of someone walking past me. The ground was hard which meant that I was not laying outside anymore. Blindly my hands tried to figure out the texture and temperature of the platform below me.

"Morning." A gruff man's voice greeted me from the distance. Without even opening my black eyes I already knew who it was. However, I was too tired to answer that dickhead. All I wanted was just a little more rest and a nice huge piece of fresh meat. "Did you sleep well?" Tord asked but I knew that the question was rhetorical. He didn't care. He just wanted to fill the empty space between us. "Don't play dead, I saw you moving your claws." He noted as he stepped closer. His annoying voice blocked the peaceful silence around me, making me feel growing anger inside my chest.

"Can't you just fuck off and let me be?" I hissed. "You just don't understand, don't you?" Tord sighed. "Yeah, you are right! I don't understand you!" My claw scratched the cold metal floor under me. A high piercing scratching sound cut off our argument as I stood up. But, just when I was about to correct my posture my head hit the metal roof. "Ouch!" I held my head as I bend back down. "What the he-" Finally, I managed to open my eyes, just to notice that I was in a small locked cage. "Sorry not sorry. I can't let you walk freely just yet." Tord shrugged with a grin on his face. That disgusting grin...I knew it would came to my nightmares.

"You slept quite long." He continued as he sat next to the cage. His half destroyed face faced mine. As we stared at each other intensely, he took a little notebook out of his new black jacket's pocket. "How long exactly?" I backed up and sat to the farthest corner from him. "3 weeks." He started writing something down casually while he just dropped a huge bomb into my lap. "3 WEEKS!!!?" I screamed. The only thing I were able to think about were the things that I had missed. My overthinking brain started immediately throwing different types of disturbing thoughts that I wasn't able to escape. What had happened to the forest? What have they done to me when I was asleep!? How hard did that fucker hit me!? Where the hell was I? would I be able to return to my normal life anymore?

I felt like a void would had just eaten my heart and stomach. The disturbing feeling didn't let me go, even though I tried to think about all of the good stuff that I had, but...I couldn't think of any. The only thing that I had loved was my freedom and now it had been stolen from me. On top of everything, my hunger started to awake.

"Yep, I thought I lost you there for a sec. I really hit you with a good amount of force. 3 weeks is a long time. Aren't you starving?" Tord smirked as he continued writing things down in his self made notebook. "Yes, it's distracting me but I can survive 2 more months without any food. You can't starve me to death. I have learned how to ignore the empty feeling inside of my stomach." I quickly explained without even realizing it.

"fascinating." Tord hummed as he looked back to me. Those red amber eyes felt like they were following my every movement, analyzing me and my thoughts. It crept me out a bit so I only tried to focus on the room where we were. My gaze wandered across the room, examining it. Finding objects like weapons and such but most of the items around me were completely new to me. I had been never interested in human culture nor their traditions. Why should I had to know anything about them? The fact that they were monsters was enough for me. And the man in front of me were an excellent example of a human being. Human behavior was so twisted. Their selfishness destroyed everything around them; nature, animals, other human beings and us, dragons.

"Are you wondering where you might be?" Tord's voice cut off my thoughts. "You are in my basement." He continued confidently. "And what's a basement?" I growled low as Tord leaned closer to the bars around me. "It's basically a room under my house. House is a place where people live." He explained with a small smile on his face. "I know what a house is! I'm not retarded." I kicked the bars so Tord would  had backed up a bit but, he didn't took the hint. He only tightened his grip as he stared at me. "How much do you know about humans?" He questions as he starts to walk around my cage like a shark would follow a boat. His injured hand tapping oppressively every single one of the hard pipes, I hissed quickly back to him."Enough."