I don not own predators.
Predators
He's breaking. His iron will, his stone demeanor, is shattering and it's all my fault. If it weren't for me he would never have been put in the middle of this.
Why? Why did he have to protect me? Why did he have to defy an elder's authority and disobey his orders? Why did he risk his own life to save mine? Their trust in him is already short enough because of what he is.
And now here he is, chained between two stone pillars, awaiting his final punishment; a public disciplining.
We all waited in fear for the final onslaught to begin, waiting for the roars the elder would rip out of him but he would never give, waited for trills of pain he couldn't make.
If he lives, I'll break both his arms.