No Longer Freedom

6. Do humans have feelings?

Tom's POV

I didn't need to wait for him too long when he opened the door, up the stairs once again. A delicious smell filled the room as he stepped down to the basement. "I brought you some leftovers." Tord mumbled as he started to unlock my cage. The lock opened with a cold clicking noise. I was free... Free to fight again. But something didn't feel right. This man kidnapped me, locked me up and starved me. So why is it so hard to scratch his face apart?

I whined to myself as my gaze focused on the food that Tord carried in his rough arms. " It must be because I'm starving." I sighed to my thoughts as I started crawling out of the cage. "What must be?" Tord chuckled. "You must be single cuz you are so damn ugly." I spat confidently as I snatched the food from Tord's hands and started to guzzle it. "And why do you care?" Tord chuckled while rolling his eyes. "Anyways, I have a problem." He implied. "Wow, what a surprise. Never would have guessed." I jeered sarcastically until Tord's hard and sticky black leather outsole hitted my face, causing me to keel over, rolling over a few times and hitting my head to the stone floor. "Jesus fucking christ..." I muttered as I stared down at my reflection from the black buddle on the floor.

"Are you willing to listen, or do I have to knock you out again?" Tord walked to me and kneeled as he took a tight grip of my horn. "I'm sure you are a really smart dragon, so I would suggest you play nice. This will be way easier to you if you just give in." He whispered aggressively as he pulled my head by my horn, forcing me to look at his devil eyes. "So let me talk." He gave me an evil smirk before he continued his pointless and torturing speech.

"I already told you that my shop is in a very bad position right now because we are out of stock on everything." Tord's boring monologue was really getting on my nerves. He repeated the same story all over again. At this point I wasn't even sure if he just lied to get sympathy or did he really tell the truth. "And? It's not my problem." I interrupted with a nagging tone on my lips. "It is if I have to sell you. And don't you dare to interrupt me, worthless lizard." Tord tightened his grip as he smashed my head against the stone floor. A heavy thump followed by a distressing crack. A throbbing pain filled my head as my face smashed against my own blood.

We both went completely silent. The air felt heavier and the only sound that filled the room was the oppressive sound of my black blood dripping down on my head to the floor. Neither of us moved. It was like time would have stopped for a few seconds. Then, Tord swallowed his shock. I sensed his fear. His palms were sweaty and his arm shaked a bit. Just a little bit. But enough for me to notice it. He slowly opened his mouth and said. "Do you still breathe? Please don't say that I crushed your skull." He lightened his grip as he turned me around. "I'm still alive, bitch." I spat with a shaky tone in my voice. "Thank god. If you would have died I wouldn't get the money out of you." He let out a relieved sigh. Of course he cared about the money, of course.

I laughed a bit as I stared at the ceiling with my empty eyes. "Of course."

"Don't scare me like that." Tord retorted and rolled his eyes. "Anyhow, Where was I...Oh yeah, about my store. I really have a shitty situation right now and well... My customers are going to kill me if they don't get their products soon. And well, I've been thinking about stuff lately and I have an idea. However, I'm gonna need you." Tord explained like nothing just happened.

"Why would I help you? You just kicked my ass again. I'm not gonna help people like you. Besides, I will die here sooner or later. It doesn't matter what I do." I mumbled while I held my head. "What if I would tell you that I will set you free after you help me with a few things?" Tord hummed with a sly tone in his voice. He was like a snake. Venomous snake who will choke you to death if you relive his plans and thoughts.

"Oh, don't even try. I can read you like a book." I growled quietly. "'Is that so? I didn't know you could read, exciting." Tord chuckled. Then he stood up, drowning me completely to his shadow when he stared down at me. "Only Thu'um Ha. It's the dragon's holy writing." I elaborated as I stared back at him. "Oh? Dragons have their own language?" Tord questioned. His excitement was highly visible. He really had some sort of fixation on us, creepy. "You didn't know? Ha, loser!" I smirked tiredly.