There is a swift kick that makes contact with my side. The sudden shock prevents me from holding in the groan that escapes my throat. My body is still burning within, every cell in my body aching and screaming out for help. "Careful!" The old man's voice scolds. "The witch said he is a special wolf... He wont be as easy to contain as others would be. We don't want to wake him up." I groan and wiggle a little, hoping to prevent any further assaults on my body by scaring them into thinking it will wake me. After a few seconds I still and relax onto the floor. I can hear them hold their breath. "Come on." The old man instructs, walking away, his step getting quieter as they cross the room. A light comes on and I can not prevent my eyelids from tensing as the pain causes a echoing wave of pain
