The words slipped out like honey in wine, sweet in sour with a bitter tinge of gore, whatever breath it had taken was lost, whatever was captured a meager existence to death.
The yellow fabric soared in weight, lifted itself, and the burden crushed poor Verose. He was, what one would say, go with the wind. His body collapsed on the floor, while a handcuffed Ohio tried to help.
"Verose! You fine...?"
"Y-y-es master-r..."
The boy wouldn't talk. He couldn't as the wounds showed. Attacked. That too, brutally. Ohio sighed. He hoped a proper plan was given out instead of random fights.
"I need an answer, Verose. Is anyone following you?"
The boy was gasping for breath, his legs widespread and arms bleeding. His eyes looked rheumy, and the arms losing blood with every passing second prove
