A Storm of Flames

A burning desire for revenge so hot it makes me sick, it consumes my every waking second. This flame inside me is what kept me going all these years. My enslaved life is slightly brighter with revenge in mind. Nobody knows or cares about my existence I evaporate and disappear with all the other people unfortunate enough to have been kidnapped by the dragon folk. I have learned over the years from carefully made observations. That they looked like humans. With a few advantages. They can speak to dragons but not command them and most certainly not train them. They are stronger than humans, And all of them have a mark which tells them what dragon they descended from. They are all just evolved dragons. And few real dragons still exist so they collect them and sell them off for sport. Only to watch them brutally kill and burn innocent "normies" as they call us to death. They all seem to have an odd liking to the smell of burning flesh and the rich red that flows from us "normies". So I intend to make every last one of them get a personal experience of what they love to watch so much.