Literature
Critezle,Wie fuhlt es sich an, um Beute zu sein
The door opens slowly, taking a deep breath any sound of my inhale is covered by the hiss of the pistons. Nicolai steps in carrying the food I ordered along with some of my favorite "stress relievers", his faces is puzzled not seeing me present. "Hunter, take your mess. You're hardly worth it to us, unable to work for your supper. I don't even know why she wanted you saved. Its had to be more painful for you to heal than it would have been for you to die." Nicolai snickers, I can see Do'kries blood boil as he begins clicking his talons."Where is she anyway? I know her numbers were used to make the order, how'd you get your grimy claws on them