Shady

(Night!) “No offense, but I couldn’t give fewer shits about whatever it is that you were doing.” Pratik kept his gaze locked on Utrid’s eyes. “This war doesn’t concern me ...

“Agreed. I’m nothing special,” Pratik confirmed. “Just a man—slave—whatever you want to call me— trying to survive. Just like everyone else. Nothing special.” Pratik hesitated, trying

“I don’t know which rooms are abandoned,” Pratik snarled. That much was true. He’d been trying his best to learn the Keep as well as he could, but they’d been ...

At this point, he didn’t know whether he was on Tarr’s side or not. But it was starting to feel cathartic to be letting off some of the steam that’d ...

Well, that was interesting. Maybe he could work it to his favor. Maybe. “I’m not working for a goddamn person,” Pratik snarled. “I was minding my own fucking business when ...

Pratik jumped into the blow rather than away. He caught Utrid’s sword arm and then struck his sternum, attempting to push him back far enough that Pratik would be able ...

“How about you tell me what you were doing, first?” Pratik straightened his back, entire body tense and ready to spring whatever direction he willed it. If it was going ...

Pratik felt his pulse beating in his gut. There were so many moving pieces. He knew how he’d react as Pratik but Aren was another matter entirely. He was far ...

Pratik felt entirely powerless. He hated nothing more than feeling powerless. But he didn’t have the first idea what nastiness was waiting for him behind this door. And yet, he ...

Pratik looked at Utrid’s hand on the nob. He was definitely about to get shanked. He tensed. “I think his name was Nasa, sir.”

(Oh hecc I did not pay attention to this map when I said that aha) This was a murder shack. Utrid wasn’t taking him to see the other slaves. He ...

Pratik wasn’t sure he liked the fact that we were going up. But he also knew he had no choice. “I don’t much know my roots,” Pratik admitted. It was ...

Pratik swallowed hard, Adam’s apple pressing against his collar. He felt like a school boy getting hauled to the principals office. At least, how he imagined that must feel. Seeing ...

Pratik made a mental note of how the passage closed, but made sure he didn’t look for too long. “Yessir.”

"Yes, sir." Pratik cowered, but did his best to be submissive so that Utrid wouldn't be too awfully rough with the collar. Hopefully. Pratik hated the position Utrid was putting ...