Disclaimer: I do not own Eric or Achemed. I wish I did, but sadly both Elizabeth Haydon and Charlaine Harris were born before I was…

Chapter 5

"Eric!?" I yelled, bolting upright only to be thrown back again by something holding my wrists down. Looking around, I saw blurred images of people… and I started freaking.

"Hold her down, will you?" A rough voice asked somebody in the room, and I immediately started thrashing about again. "Holy Hrekin she's spitfire!" I remembered that I got sucked into Destiny and stopped kicking a little.

"Who's this?"

"You are being held under Ihrman Karsricks guards."

"I didn't ask who was holding me prisoner, dolt, I was asking if you had a name." I was getting annoyed. And I was, yet again, on a bed, tied down. "Why does everybody have these kinky-strapped-to-beds fetish?" I mumbled, glaring at them all.

"My name is Dargahn." One of the men answered me. I think he was in the middle, with brown hair and hazel eyes.

"Oh, hey. Mine's Marie."

"Now shut up." Another man beside him said. How rude!

"I have a question!" I asked him, swallowing my smart alack retort.

"What?"

"Can you let me go?" Hey, It was worth a try..

"NO!" He roared at me. Everybody else just stared at me. I looked down at what they were staring at and remembered I was in a "dress." Giving out a little shriek, I attempted to cover myself up.

"PERVERTS!" I yelled, and they all flinched. Ha!

"Will you keep your voice down? They're-"

"-All on crack!" I yelled, thoroughly angry. Then I stopped. "Oh… Shit." I said out loud, thinking. I just remembered that I had gotten sucked into a book. That had never happened before. I didn't even know I could do that. And where the hell was Eric?

I squirmed and stared at the ceiling, feeling very tired and just wanted a simple nap. The room was just how I imagined it, white marble walls, and a large, soft, heavenly bed that almost screamed orgy. There was a huge fireplace, and some chairs around the room. I think I dozed for a while, because then an instant later the whole room seemed to shake. When I opened my eyes, a shadow loomed over me, and I gasped. After what seemed like an eternity, I breathed, "Grunthor." I started trembling.

Everybody in the room started muttering. Grunthor looked down at me, a wicked look in his eye that was not at all pleasant. "Now how's you be knownin' my name, eh?" He asked me, crouching to my eye level.

I was feeling extremely self- conscience by now. I mean, really. If Grunthor had wanted to, he could've seen… never mind. The point is, I was ready to go roll over and die.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." I told him honestly. I felt a man come to the side of me, and I snapped my attention to him, only to be concerned when he started releasing me. Are they planning to kill me? I thought to myself in a panic. Grunthor took my chin in his fingertips and yanked my head over to meet his eyes again. "Ouch!"

"Try me." He rumbled aggressively. I glared.

"I read the book you guys are in and got sucked in here. Happy?" I said loudly, pissed off. One, I didn't want to look like a fool, and secondly, I wanted to get out of this god damned dress!

"You're lying." A man said beside me. I turned to glare at him, then turned back to glare at Grunthor.

"See?" I told him. "Now why the hell are you letting me go if you think I'm lying?"

"Lady and Lord Cymrian want to have a look at you." A man beside him stepped up, looking down at me. Mismatched eyes struck fear into the very darkest depths of my soul. Dressed from head to toe in black and not showing even an inch of skin, I felt myself immediately bolt away. My feet felt like they had never touched the ground before, and whenever the ground met my foot it turned to fire. All I knew is that I needed to get away from this place, and fast.

"Dammit! GET 'ER!" I heard a hundred feet come after me, and strangely, my only thought was, "Dammit, if only I had this many guys after me in High School…!" I passed through several doors and I didn't hear the noises gaining. I took a left, a right, another left, and another left after that. "God, this place is a maze!" I muttered, kicking open another door and hoping anybody wasn't on the other side.

I was extremely unlucky. A thousand eyes stared up at me for two reasons out of many: One, I was the only woman in the room. Second: I had just flashed them all. I turned, only to hear the voices. Looking back at the men, I took a breathe and flew down the stairs. The room was filled with long tables with tons of food that look like bits of various body parts. I tried not too think too hard about that. The room was lighted with crudely made chandeliers "Excuse me, Gent's! Gotta get through!" Not waiting for them to respond, I quickly jumped onto the tables and ran down them, avoiding the food and ignoring the whistles. The yells behind me were now extremely close…

A disk that almost hit me by millimeters made me lose my balance and I tripped, and I quickly twisted my shoulder and I expected to fall… but the ground never came.

I opened my eyes to see down below me and saw I was mere inches from the ground. Looking skyward, I was met with a blinding light… and I saw an outline of a figure. The figure held me by the waist. "Um.. Hello?" I asked it. I heard a familiar chuckle.

"God's watching over you, Marie Cross." That voice… "And I am also." The figure gently dropped me on the ground and I saw an outline of a face…

"Michael? I breathed, staring upwards. He smiled down at me then slowly retreated. In an instant, the light left and the room came back into focus. I was sitting on my ass, staring upwards with my jaw slacked. Michael was an angel.

…Perhaps Michael the Archangel…?

Oh God. Scary thought.

"Noo…" I said, rubbing my temples. "Why…Michael? HE'S an archangel? God must be getting pretty desperate." I noticed footsteps in front of me. "Oh, Bullocks. If you're going to kill me, just bloody get it over with. I'm tired." The footsteps stopped and I heard a voice above me, gentle and feminine.

"I'm not going to kill you."

"What? What about the TTK? Torture, threaten and kill?"

"Nope. Not in the mood, I guess."

"Ah… Let me guess: You're Rhapsody?"

"Yes. And who are you?"

"My name is Marie Cross."

"Nice to meet you."

"Can't say the same." I replied to her boots.

"You can look up at me, you know. I'm not a Goddess or anything."

"You know, you've been saying that through the entire series, but you went through the ro-" I thought now was a good time to shut up. "Rooftops. I said bloody rooftops."

"Achemed… Let's give her a chance to change and rest up. Change into something… more concealing?" I snorted.

"There's a lot that's more concealing than this bloody thing; get me a freaking burkha. Now."

"She's a smart one, let's let her have a say." Rhapsody turned to the crowd gawking at me. "Also, I'd say it'd be good to have an angel on our side." The crowd was silent.

I was getting a major headache. I grunted and got to my feet and wobbled a moment, then straightened. I was looking down at Rhapsody. Man, she was short.

"That would be appreciated, though I have to be honest: I'm not an angel." I said honestly. Rhapsody stared at me. "What?"

"Are you sure?"

"Quite."

"We'll discuss this in a moment, let's get you some proper attire." I nodded and she extended her arm towards the door which I had run out of. As I passed, I was shocked to see every man and monster got up and watched me pass.

"Will they eat me? They're eying me.."

"No, they're showing respect for an angel." Bloody Michael, befuddling my life. I planned on giving him a good swift kick in the nads when I saw him again. I ducked through the doors and they were closed behind me, leaving Rhapsody and I alone. I heard Grunthor yelling at the other hall. Achemed was not here. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I need to tell you I am NOT an angel." I said stubbornly, looking down at her. Damn, was she tiny.

"That's not what I saw."

"Because the light was blinding you. It was Michael."

"Yeah. Michael. Did you see him?" She shook her head no. "Dammit."

"I'm sorry. Why don't you get yourself settled then we will discuss what's to happen next?"

"Sound's good." I didn't bother to argue. I was still a captive. We passed several hallways in silence until we stopped at a room.

"Here's your room. There should be a bathtub waiting for you along with fresh clothes. IF you need anything, I'd like you to ask one of the servants." Rhapsody told me kindly.

"Yeah. Thanks." I mumbled. I opened the door and turned to close it. I gently bumped my head against the doorframe, closing my eyes and trying to clear my head. "This is one bad day…" I mumbled. I heard a couch behind me. I whirled around to see 10 servants in a line, looking at me questingly. "Oh No…" One opened her mouth but I was several steps ahead. "No. I can bathe myself. Thank you, though. Could perhaps one of you get me a cloak? I'm cold, and I don't think the clothes will do any better." One of the servants nodded. "Thank's. Now… I'm going to go get dressed… so… yeah." They all nodded and left me alone to bathe in peace. Thank God.

I stripped (not much to strip off, though…) off my dress and flung it in the corner. "Good Riddance!" I through off the panties and garter, too. I then slipped into the steaming hot bath and managed to scrub myself clean. When that was done, I washed my hair too. Then I washed the panties and waited for them to dry, and tried to think of how I was going to escape.

I peeked outside and was relieved to see that I could escape that way. Smiling, I checked to see the panties were dry and I slipped them on. I then picked up the garments that were given to me, and I frowned.

It was an emerald green dress, full skirts. It had a button up back that looked especially hard to put on. "Well… This won't do. I'm not wearing this, I'd be sticking out like a sore thumb. Hm…." I looked around the room and spotted a chest without a lock. "C'mon… have something useful…." I opened it up and stared down. God was smiling down upon me, because there was man's attire folded neatly and clean. Smiling, I picked it up and held it to myself. Whoever this guy was, he was broad. I shrugged and put it on. Finally, I took the cloak (ink green) and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a girl wearing men's clothing. Damn it. "Hmm… Let's try putting up the hair." I began shoving it back, and when I looked at myself in the mirror, it helped a bit.

Now for the finishing plan: Escape! I walked over to the window and looked down to see tons of people in the courtyard shopping and strolling. Dammit all, why couldn't escapes be easy?? Oh yeah, that's right: Because they're escapes.

"Well, let's view my possibilities. I can jump down and break my neck, or go up towards the rooftops and hope for a better means of escape. I think I like option number two." I climbed up and grabbed a firm grip on the upper part of the window. Giving myself a little jump, I tired pulling myself up and managed to roll over to the rooftops, out of fear of falling. "Woah. That was scary." I panted, looking at the sky. It looked like it was going to rain. Getting on my hands and knee's, I continued to climb until I was on the very highest bit of the palace. The roof was made of metal plates and at the ends were sharp, and I acquired several cuts on the way up. And also, soon enough, it began to rain.

Soon though, I saw hope: there was a tall tree that looked promising. "Mr. Tree, I want your children." I murmured, stepping onto its thick branches. It was an old willow tree, with a thick trunk. I jumped onto it and gingerly climbed down. "Don't mind me, just a person in a cloak climbing down a tree to the ground." I said allowed. Even to me, theses people didn't seem too observant.

I made it to the bottom and brushed off my trousers and looked around. People didn't look at me, gawking, like I thought they might have. Instead, they continued amongst their daily lives. "Wow. Reminds me of Las Vegas." I started to walk around, and I was amazed. It was so different than Chicago. Hell, it was different than anywhere back in my world. Everything was much more vivid, the colors alive, the tastes so define that I felt almost like my nose had changed into a dog's. The feeling of the air on my skin was enough to take my breath away. This play was absolutely beautiful.

It was the city where Karsrick reigned. I felt a headache coming on. It may be beautiful, but I was in the pages of a book! I looked around and saw nothing but beauty and a great sense of history. The buildings look hundreds of years old, all beholding an old sense of culture and style. My boots which were made of leather, softly made a pit pat sound as I walked down the streets, trying not to stare as people and… other races passed by me. Also, I saw that people were staring at me.

Trying not to draw too much attention and wondering why I was, I ducked into an alley and tried to think what was different from me and everybody else. I peeked back at the street and observed the people who inhabited the area. They were all of different heights, but I did notice many of them had brown hair…

I hit myself in the forehead. HAIR! I hadn't noticed mine had escaped and hung freely, and anyone with about 6 different shades on their head was going to get a couple of looks. I pulled my hair back again and began looking for a bit of ribbon or string around. I walked out of the alley and continued around, keeping an eye out for ribbon and wondering where I was going to be going. Somewhere where I would have to pay would be out-I had no money. Maybe a stable? I mentally cringed; the thought of me waking up in the middle of the night to somebody humping each other was not to my taste. But beggars couldn't be choosers, and at this point, I was definitely a beggar. I stopped and spotted a plain white ribbon, and I quickly snatched it up, thanking God for my good luck. I pulled back my hood and quickly tied my hair back, then lifted my hood back. I was sure I would get some more staring, but it was done quickly enough so not many noticed. Sadly, one boy did.

He came up to me and jerked on my cloak. I looked down at him, and he looked no older than six. He was adorable, with soft brown hair and large hazel eyes. He was still chubby, and he sucked his thumb. His clothes needed washing, and his face looked bruised. He wasn't clean himself, either. I crouched down to his height and smiled gently at him. "Hi there. What's your name?"

He removed his thumb."Hi?" He asked me. It suddenly struck me that I could understand him, and he definitely wasn't speaking English.

"It means hello where I come from." Another world away.

"Oh. My names Timothy. Who are you?" He was adorable.

"My name is…" I hesitated for a moment. "Marie Cross." He continued to look up at me. "Where's your mother and father?" I was curious. A little boy like him should not have to be wandering around in a city all-alone.

"Dead." He said this without meaning, and a little street boy from that time on stole my heart.

"Where are you living now?" I asked, and even to me I knew I was touched.

"Here." I felt my eyes watering. He was living on the street. I should have guessed, but I wasn't very smart as of late. I swallowed my tears and sniffed, and I cleared my throat.

"Well, how about you and I help each other? I'm new to this city, too. I don't know where to go. We can be friends." I offered. He looked at me doubtfully. "I swear I'm not going to harm you. I want a friend, I swear." He continued to observe me closely. "How can I show you that I won't hurt you?"

"Swear to Grisly." I blinked.

"Who?"

In answer, he held up a battered bear. It was very much like himself; tattered, dirty and needed some attention. I smiled and kissed Grisly's nose.

"I swear to Grisly that I won't harm you." I looked at Timothy. "Satisfied?"

He nodded and picked up Grisly with one hand and took my other hand with his remaining one. I tried not to get too chocked up as we walked through the city.

We talked as we walked along the streets. I found out he'd been an orphan for about a year, and he was living off the streets. He hung out with the older boys who looked out after him for a while till he was older, then he had to steal things for himself. Almost immediately, he pointed out my hair, where I told him that where I came from, a lot of people did it. I don't think he believed me.

Soon it was getting dark and I spotted a tavern with a barn. "Timothy, why don't we all sleep in the barn tonight? I promise I'll protect you and Grisly." Timothy nodded and we headed to the barn. It was large and looked like an old shed, with giant cross beams that supported the loft and the upper section of the building. Straw was bursting from everywhere, and it's scent filled every area of the barn. Horses lined up against both walls stomped and neighed when they passed. Timothy whispered, "They scares me." His large eyes round, he stared up at one particularily large brown mare.

I glared at the horse. "Leave my Timothy alone, or I'll shove that hoof up your arse!" The horse quieted, and it left Timothy with a grin a mile wide.

There were some cows and other farm animals on the ground floor, and so I helped Timothy up the ladder which led to the loft. He crawled around until he found a very comfortable spot and he promptly fell to sleep, Grisly tucked under his arm.

I smiled softly and I took off my cloak and spread it over his tiny body. I tucked it around him and kissed his forehead, my smile widening. He was so my adopted son now.

I crawled over to a small distance away from him and snuggled into the straw, breathing in the scent of its musky smell. It filled my nostrils until I felt a calm serene feeling that fit into the moment. I crossed my ankles and looked up at the ceiling of the barn, watching as the droplets of rain fell to area's beside me. I heard the lightening outside, and I figured it wasn't letting up anytime soon. Smiling a sleep smile, I closed my eyes, and the last thought in my head was if Zen knew I was missing.

Zen knew. Oh, did he know.

Zen knew so much his blood boiled as he sat in the middle of the empty club, it's inhabitants removed. He was in a tailored tuxedo, with the collar open wide revealing his tanned chest. He sat ontop of a table, his foot resting on the top of a chair, his other resting on the seat. His face was set in concentration, eyes sharp and brow furrowed. His hair was pulled back and look as if it had been hastily finger combed throughout the night.

A man came up to him and shook his head regretfully. "I'm, sorry My Lord, but she is nowhere in here. Miguel cannot feel her among this world." Rauserin looked at his new master with a new light. Rauserin finally had gotten to meet The Lord Zen. The Instant Legend. Before The Lord had chosen exile, he had been a great Lord among the UnderGround, and many had wondered why he had suddenly chosen exile so suddenly. No one had heard from him until tonight…

"Thank you, Rauserin." Lord Zen replied, smiling at him and looking him straight into his eyes. Rauserin almost fainted.

He managed to bow and left his Lord alone. He was so excited. He was thanked by the Lord! Wouldn't the boys at his quarters be envious!

Zen stared glumly before him down at his hands. He held a pile of books, and only God knew where she was in them. He had ordered all his subjects to search for her, and he even talked to Michael to help him out. Michael hadn't responded yet.

His eyes burned at his last memory of him with her. He had been such a jackass, and now he might never see her again. His throat swelled up at the mere thought of not having her in his life, ever again. He heard a cough and replaced his private emotions with his royal ones. Zen turned to see Michael in the doorway, clad in a pinstripe suit, his tie undone and hung around his shoulders. He saw Zen's stressed form and immediately pitied his friend.

"How are you holding up?"

"Do you have any news for me, Michael?" Zen replied, his voice tired.

"I just got back from Heaven. I talked with Our Lord." Michael sat down near Zen and observed how tired his friend looked, let alone sounded. Zen had immediately gotten back to his Prince-No, King status again, and the effects were already showing. Zen had shadows under his eyes, his chin was in need of a shave, and his hair was a disaster. Sighing, Michael held out his hand and wished for something comforting to be there to help his friend. In seconds, a small bang! Erupted in the air, making Zen jump. Michael handed him a mug of tea sympathetically. "You'll eventually get used to it. The bang! Thing. I mean, it took me a while to get used to. Now, I talked with Our Lord" Here he crossed himself, then continued, "And he know's where she is. In fact, I have seen her momentarily."

Zen's head snapped up and he stared at Michael. "Where is she?" He asked. His voice was hoarse with emotion and worry.

Wordlessly, Michael put his hand in his pocket and when he took it out, he held a small, but thick book. He effortlessly dropped the book on the table, staring at Zen, his eyes intense. Zen stared down a moment, his eyes searching. His profile was one of the upmost concentration, and after some time, he said, "So she's in here, then?" His voice sounded flat.

Michael nodded. "Yup. In fact, I saw her and she was running away from these guards. She sure is a sprinter, though. And I believe she flashed the whole kingdom." Zen's head perked up, his jaw slack. He was the perfect picture of surprise.

"What?"

"You heard me. I think her captor dude made her put on this…. Well, I hesitate to call it a dress. I've seen some bra and pantie sets cover more than what she was wearing." Michael said honestly. Zen could have killed him alone with the look he was sending him. "Don't get your tightie-whities in a twist, Zen. I'm the one helping you out, remember?" Michael reminded him. Zen closed his eyes a couple of seconds and took some deep breathing motions. Michael waited for him to cool down, if that was possible.

"So obviously she was being used for her talent. And she's stuck in the pages of a book alone, defenseless, and wearing practically nothing." Zen said miserably. Michael nodded.

"Pretty much." Zen glared.

"I was looking for comfort…"

"Oh. Well, sorry, but just because I'm an angel doesn't mean I'm going to hug you or anything." Michael said jokingly.

Zen managed a chuckle. "Yeah. So how are we going to get her out?" He asked, his voice dripping with worry.

Michael sighed. "The Lord told us the answers will all come soon. He gave me hints again. I think he was trying to tell me that she had to do it. And we had to wait." He saw Zen's sad face. "I'm sorry, Zen, but it looks like it's all up to her." Zen nodded, and looked thoughtful.

"You said that you could see her, right?" Michael nodded, puzzled. "Then if you don't mind, I'd hope you could see her once and a while for me to make sure she's okay." Michael nodded again. It was the least he could do. He also liked Marie, and he was worried about her as well. "Thank You."

"You know, to think that I'd have the great King of all King's in the UnderGround thanking me." Michael smiled and Zen chuckled. "You know what this means, though, right?" Zen's chuckled stopped abruptly and he sobered immediately.

"Yes, I know the result of my actions. I suspected father to be contacting me any minute, with my reappearance here." The thought of meeting his father was highly unpleasant. Michael patted his shoulder sympathetically.

"I'm extremely sorry."

"So am I. Now, go off and get to your heavenly duties. You're late." Zen reminded him. Michael nodded.

"Thanks. Talk to you later." Michael got off the chair and he walked to the door. Stopping for a moment, he closed his eyes and looked as if he was concentrating. For a moment, there was nothing, and then an instant later a white shine was emerging from Michael's back. Soon, it grew, until it took the form of angel's wings. They were magnificent, gossamer white wings, each feather distinctive, each placement carefully laid. They filled the room with light, and everyone there suddenly felt happy and content. Michael turned to Zen and smiled gently. "Fear not, all will be well soon." And with another blinding flash of light, Michael was gone.

"Prancing Angel's are getting on my nerves…" Zen muttered darkly. He got up and stretched, and the heavy cloud of worry hung over him. The thought of meeting with his father was not a cheery one.

Lord Raven wouldn't appreciate his son's arrival. In fact, he doubted much of his family would enjoy seeing him again. Sure, his half brothers and sister would love to see him (they still sent him Christmas cards-something he'd had to hide from Marie). He'd like to see them, too, now that he thought about it.

He finished his stretching and sat down again, sighing. He remembered the parties. He'd have to go to all those blasted parties now. Dammit. He looked at the book that Michael had left and picked it up, his fingers gently sliding over the cover of the book. "Marie." He said softly, a sad note to his voice. "Where are you?"

"Not that I is complainin' or anything missus, but whats are ye doin' in my barn?" My eyes snapped open, and I saw a tanned face look down at me sternly. Oh shit.

"Sleeping?" I said obviously. He glared. He had hazel eyes and brown hair that was graying at the temples. He had a nose that looked broken several times, and one cheekbone was higher than the other. He also looked huge.

"So I be seenin'."

"You're disturbing it." I was grumpy.

"Actually, you're disturbing my work." It appeared he was also grumpy.

"Fine, fine, I'll move." I grumbled, and I sat up. His eyes widened. I looked at him in a dubious manner, or so I hoped. "What's wrong?" I asked him, crawling over to Timothy and picking up the small bundle, who was still fast asleep, Grisly in hand.

"You're The Angel, aren't ye?" The farmer breathed.

I snapped my attention to him, and the motion was so quick that my hair flew in my face. Then I realized it; he saw my hair and face. Gasping, I quickly drew up my hood, but it was already too late; the damage was done. He looked down at me with a newfound respect.

"You're her."

"No. Now let me go." I continued to pick up Timothy and I walked over to where the ladder was, and I started down cautiously. Timothy was very small, but I could still stumble and end up hurting him…

"I can't do that, missus. You're wanted." The farmer said above me, his voice still holding a bit of awe.

"Yes you can. It's called: You never saw me. So how could you stop me?" I answered, and when my foot finally touched the floor, I looked up at him. "Thankee kindly sir." I turned and started down the barn when I heard a swoosh come from behind me. Turning to see what the noise was, I screamed as a large blur of metal skimmed my hood, barely nicking the fabric as it passed me and sunk deep into the boards behind me. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw that what had whizzed by me was a gigantic metal axe, buried in the wood. The handle was as tall as a young tree. Timothy, who I was still holding, looked at me with a scared expression. Now I was pissed. I turned to face him again, and gently putting Timothy to his feet, I straightened to my full height and glared up at him. "OI!" I yelled, and he looked down at me, his once amused expression meek. "You could have HIT me, you giant oaf!" I shook my fist for emphasis, too.

"I didn't hit you."

"BUT YOU MIGT HAVE!" I yelled, stamping my foot.

"I only hit what I aim at, and now I'll be takin' you to the palace." He said, climbing down the ladder with much more ease than I had. I glared at him and started negotiating:

"If you take me, I'll kick your ass." Okay, so much for negotiating.

"Ass?" He asked me, quirking an eyebrow.

"Buttocks." I explained, pointing to my bum.

"Why would you be kicking that? I doubt it'd make me do much of anything." He was looking more puzzled than ever, and I was trying to keep from cracking up. Counting to ten in my head, I tried not to let the humor leak out of my voice.

"It's the same as arse. And in my world, it means that I'm going to beat you up, or defeat you." He nodded.

"I'll take a risk; tis better than facing Lord Achemed." He started walking towards me. I panicked, and did the only thing that came to mind: Ran up to him and kicked him in the balls.

I seemed to be getting better at it, because I heard him grunt and make this sound deep in his throat. I turned quickly and grabbed Timothy and began to run as fast as I could. I made it to the door when I felt something grab a hold of my cloak. The farmer jerked me back and quickly began to tie me up.

"OI!" I snarled at him. He ignored me. He took Timothy from my grasp and set him nearby, and poor Timothy looked very distressed.

"Don't run away, either." He warned Timothy. Timothy stared, to scared to speak. "His majesty will be here soon to collect you." He was done with tying me up, and he whistled happily.

"I hope somebody hacks off your balls." I mumbled grumpily. The farmer looked at me confused. "Screw you, I'm not explaining it all again."

"You're making me angry." He calmly said.

"Huh-?" I felt something against my head, and the world went black.