Chapter Three: The Last Breath

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Keith's POV:

Hey, Keith here. I'm back again, obviously.

Anyway my story.

I never planned on being a victim and bait, but that's what Zhantic made me and it was something that weighed on my heart and pride.

I would be and still am scarred from that event, but then again I never knew worse was in store.
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Keith's POV:

"When I'm through with you Kogane, you'll beg me to kill you. Cause as you know there are things worse then death.", the Druid said and I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

The Druid fingered my face gently and I flinched as he touched me.

I wanted to yell at him to stop touching me, I wanted to break free and I wanted to rip him apart, but I was completely useless.

I was weak and beaten.

Heck, I couldn't even breathe right.

The Druid laughed as I flinched as my body was limp on the air, my body being held by the middle area on an invisible string while the rest of me arched backwards.

I was a toy, a torture toy.

And the Druid was loving every minute of it.

"Pathetic.", he laughed as I jerked away from his cold hand.

The Druid sent another pulse of magic down my body and more indescribable pain filled my body and vision.

I could barely scream as my back arched and my head jerked around as my hands tried to grasp anything to squeeze.

Blood poured out of my mouth as a scratchy scream managed to come through my vocal chords.

The magic then suddenly built up pulling on every inch of me and just as quickly as it started, it ended.

I groaned weakly as my body spasmed to the magic's volts and then suddenly collapse with relief.

The Druid looked at me and again put his deathly cold hands on my face, forcing me to look at him.

He stared into my eyes as I tried to look tough, but pain clouded my eyes and he saw I was slowly giving in.

"Speak.", the Druid commanded as his magic's hold on me dropped.

I fell like a stone to the ground, coughing up blood and barely having enough energy to breathe right.

This was my chance, I could escape. Somehow.

"Don't even think about it.", the Druid said blasting me with a burst of dark energy as if he'd read my mind.

I screamed and felt my vision going black.

No. I had to keep myself conscious otherwise I might never wake up.

I willed the spots away and very slowly propped my head up.

The Druid towered over me and kicked me in the stomach, making me gasp and cry out in pain.

"I said speak paladin.", the Druid said watching me coldly, "Speak."

I took heavy, slow, rasping breaths as I tried to form words.

My throat refused to give into speech until I forced words to come out, but more blood was the price I'd payed.

"You... will... never .....win.", I half-breathed half-coughed out as blood dropped to the floor as I spoke.

The Druid laughed and positioned his foot as if to kick me and I instinctively flinched before he put it back down.

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