The newcomer had a small container in his hand, Bemu noticed. What that container held he did not know. The nasty-looking man stepped slowly towards him as Bemu tried in vain to escape his bonds. Finally, the man grew impatient with himself and strode forward, container at the ready. Bemu struggled even more, even though he knew he was trapped fast. For a moment, the wall chains loosened briefly.
But then, they tightened again and Bemu knew it was no good. His good for nothing master had left him here, possibly to die. But he wasn't going to die that easily; he would take one or two down with him before that happened.
So he prepared himself, standing defensively. The hand rose, the container with it, and the wrist flicked.
Nothing could have prepared Bemu for this. He howled in agony as the liquid, likely acid of some kind, ate away at his skull immediately. So much pain, it was unbearable. And the human responsible was standing there gloating.
Gritting his teeth and calling on his innermost reserves of strength, Bemu opened his eyes as droplets of acid trickled down his face. He jerked his head forcefully downwards, snapping the chain on the left. Doing the same to the chain on the right, Bemu glared at his foe angrily.
There were still the shackles around his paws to deal with, but he'd get to them soon. As far as his neck would allow, he leaned forward and snarled at the man who had deliberately scarred him. Bemu decided from now on humans were his number one enemies, for good.
