145 Ellis's Redemption [part 2]

THUD!

Gunther landed powerfully, his sturdy legs causing the earth to tremble slightly beneath his commanding presence.

Without a shred of gentleness, he carelessly discarded Ellis from his shoulders, the poor boy's back smashing against the unyielding ground.

Ellis curled in on himself, writhing in the excruciating, bone-deep ache that instantly radiated through his entire being.

"Why the fuck do you keep shouting? Are you mad?" Gunther snarled, his grip like iron as he seized Ellis by the throat and slammed him against the wall, pinning him there.

"I ask. Are you mad? Answer me! ARE YOU MAD?!!"

"No! No, sir!!" Ellis's voice quavered, icy tendrils of fear freezing his blood, his face drained of color.

'I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm so dead!! Damnit! I regret the day I met him!!'

It had been a day like any other, survival was an ever-increasing struggle around the stronghold.