No Longer Freedom

6. Do humans have feelings?

Tom's POV

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

I whined to myself as my gaze focused on the food that Tord carried with his rough looking arms. "It must be because I'm starving." I sighed for my thoughts as I started crawling out of the cage. "What must be?" Tord chuckled. "You must be single because you are so damn ugly." I spat confidently as I snatched the food from Tord's hands. As I was starting to guzzle the food he already had a comeback. "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 hit my face, it caused me to fell and roll over few times until I hit my head against the stone floor. "Jesus fucking Christ..." I muttered as I stared down my own reflection from the black puddle on the floor.

"Are you willing to listen, or do I have to knock you out again?" Tord walked over to me and knelt down as he took a tight grip of my almost teal horn. "I'm sure you are a really smart dragon, so I would suggest you to play nice. It will be way easier for you if you would just give in." He whispered aggressively as he pulled my head by my horn, forcing me to look into 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 were getting on my nerves. He repeated the same story over and over again. At that point I weren't even sure if he just had lied to get sympathy out of me or did he really told the truth. "And? It's not my problem." I interrupted with a nagging tone on my lips. "It is if we 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 after my face were smashed against my own blood.

We both went completely silent. The air felt heavier.  The only sound that filled the room were the oppressive sound of my inky life essence dripping down on my head to on the floor. Neither of us moved as if the time would had frozen for a few seconds. Then, Tord swallowed his shock. I sensed fear in him. His palms were sweaty and his arm began to tremble, just a little bit. But enough for me to notice it. He slowly opened his mouth and said. "Do you still breathe? 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 had got the money out of you." He let out a relieved sigh. Of course he cared about the money, of course.

I let out a dull laugh as I stared blankly 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 got 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. why would I I'm 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 would 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 would choke its pray to death.