The tension was almost at its peak. Eric was still surrounded by several men, their hands ready to tie his wrists with rough rope. Adora stood in front of them, her breathing ragged, her body erect but her eyes clear with anxiety-she knew this could turn into a mob rampage at any moment.
Victor raised his hand, about to give the final order.
But before the sound of the command could be uttered...
"AAAAARGH! Help!"
Everyone froze.
The scream came from behind the tall trees at the side of the forest. A man's voice. Panicked. Tormented.
All heads turned. Even Eric held his breath, his eyes sharpening towards the source of the voice.
"Help! MY TOENAILS! AARRRGHHH!"
"Daren?" Layla could hardly believe what she was hearing.
One of the male guards squealed, "That's Daren's voice! He's al
