Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 149 - Dealing with the Prisoners.

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Third Person POV.
North.

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Theon's screams echoed through the place, while Winter used one of her front paws to grab her and carry her outside.

Since she had brought that woman — whom he didn't like at all — he wasn't going to put more humans on her back. Not that Daemon would have placed Theon there to begin with.

With the other hand, she tossed Ramsey Snow, unconscious, as they departed. After grabbing them, it had been easy to bring them along.

Daemon brought them to the dragon with telekinesis and walked calmly beside Val through what remained of Ramsey's camp, heading back to the dragon in the middle of the place.

They walked the entire way as the camp began to fall silent; people no longer attacked them, only trying to survive by breathing in the freezing air of the camp, which had by now spread everywhere.

They were dying one by one. Some tried to resist, screaming, but by the time the dragon began to take off, the place was already completely silent. Full of bodies dying with their lungs frozen.

Their hearts were stopping at that very moment, and Daemon felt no pity for those creatures who had been part of the Bolton army.

They left the place shortly after. Winter landed a few kilometers away, throwing off Theon, completely terrified, who had screamed the entire trip while being treated like a rag doll by the massive creature.

He couldn't do anything.

Ramsey woke up a moment later, and after dropping them close to the ground, Winter landed elsewhere so she wouldn't crush them.

Daemon landed with Val again, while looking at Winter.

"Well, I'll let her rest." Daemon said, since she deserved it... She was a bit tired.

Since she had circled the entire camp with her flames, she needed to rest. Daemon would take care of the rest alone.

Theon tried to run away immediately after recovering, since he was free, but Daemon was faster, pulling him in even from thirty meters away by raising his hand toward whatever Theon was now.

Although his telekinesis grew weaker the farther he tried to manipulate any matter, it was still enough.

If he could manipulate anything regardless of distance, as he did when close, he'd be practically invincible. But even the Dragonborn had his limits.

The force Daemon used was enough to simply make Theon stumble over his own legs and fall to the ground, staring at Daemon in fear, knowing he had done something.

Theon tried to move, but his body began to be pulled, dragged as Daemon approached.

Dragging Theon became easier the closer Daemon got to him, so at one point, Theon couldn't do anything but cooperate, being dragged across the ground, while Daemon did it on purpose, making him feel the burning friction with the earth, hurting him.

Theon groaned in pain.

He could only see Daemon's gaze, between fear, despair, disdain, and even rage. No... he was terrified.

"They broke you..." Daemon said, ignoring the frightened Theon, while watching Ramsey awake near them.

All of his rags were beginning to soak with blood, since all the stress of being carried by a dragon had reopened many of his wounds, which were still very fresh.