The Prisoner
A low threatening growl came from a corner of the darkness.
‘Who are you?’ demanded a harsh, deep voice.
Princess Beatrice held on tightly to her sword.
‘Come out of the shadows. Show yourself,’ said the princess.
Two glowing jet black eyes suddenly appeared. A dark hulking form emerged slowly from the blackness.
Princess Beatrice came face to face with a towering horned beast with gnashing fangs and razor-sharp talons, sinewy muscle and menacingly splayed wings, and features as harsh and frightful as his voice. The beast’s arms and feet were bound in heavy chains attached to the stone floor, and his body and limbs bore many fearful disfiguring scars and lashes and other marks of t*****e. He must have been of the same kind as the enthroned gargoyle that Princess Beatrice
