I shot up, screaming from the memory. I was pulled back by the chains' and collar around my neck and wrists'. I felt the metal and leather dig into my skin, blood leaking from my now open scratches.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME! I'VE DONE NOTHING TO YOUR PEOPLE!" I shout at the door. "I have nothing to offer you, nor to give you."
"Quiet! You know exactly what we want from you. You have done something to us, you have tainted our name!" One of the guards yell at me.
"Open her cell, now!" The all to familiar voice demands.
"Ahh, 13. So nice to see you. How are you today? Good? Good. Are you willing to corporate today? Or do we have to convince you? Again."
I glare and growl at him, only to have a metal muzzle snapped over my mouth.
"Now, now. Don't be so mean. We're only trying to help the world. But you took everything that we had." The one and only Max Court says with a sinister tone.
"Go to hell. You're not trying to help the world. You want to control it." I say telepathically to him, making him jump back in shock. "You can't keep me quiet. The Timber Wolf in me demands us to be free, which will happen soon. The Phoenix burns for us to be seen. The Baskilisk thrives for us to be feared. You. Can't. Cage. Us." I growl at him, extremely loud.
I was met with a backhand to the face. "Just because you have telepathy doesn't mean the we can't torture you."
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