When the two arrived, S had already left the factory, leaving only the command—
"Don't let this beast die."
In the corner of the factory, seven or eight bottles lay scattered, their caps off to the side, and the milky liquid soaked into the dusty ground, even dulling the bloody smell a bit. Several mercenaries were gathered in front of the iron cage, discussing the next step. Some suggested prying open its mouth and forcing milk down its throat, which made Liam's temple veins bulge.
"Go get a veterinarian."
The mercenary smacked his forehead, realizing the obvious. He started to run out, but Liam called him back after a few steps.
The man scanned the group surrounding Mike's cage, his eyes glancing at Amelia from time to time, almost unable to suppress his violent tendencies. "Take these dogs with you."
The military boots left, and silence fell around them. Standing on the periphery, Amelia glanced at Liam. The man had his back to her, his eyes fixed on the restless hunting dogs in the factory, his attention entirely elsewhere.
Feeling reassured, she cautiously approached, reaching into the iron cage, gently stroking the elephant's trunk. "Mike?"
The elephant's eyes listlessly fluttered open for a moment before closing again. Its wet trunk didn't respond to her touch. It showed no interest in the elephant grass and bottle of milk she held, nothing seemed to pique its interest.
Amelia's face was nearly pressed against the cage, her body almost halfway inside. After calling "Mike" countless times, Liam finally moved.
With a stern face, he pinched Mike's ear.
The skin there was thin, and his touch was always heavy-handed. Mike snorted in discontent.
"Get up." Separated by the cage, the man was impatient. "You're not feverish, why are you pretending?"
Amelia looked at Liam with a puzzled expression.
He still held the ear, threatening Mike by describing the veterinarian's cold, long needle and the bitterness of the medicine, as well as—
"Amelia, go get my knife. It's in the second drawer of the nightstand."
The girl was startled and took a cautious step back.
"I won't do anything to it," Liamsaid, furrowing his brows and lowering his voice. "I'm just trying toscare it."
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Predator
RomanceShe used to think that hyenas were the fiercest predators on the savannah. That was until she met him, a man who navigated the African black market with ease, instantly seeing through her true identity. "Choose to follow me? Or be chewed up until n...
