Death

Death is something almost all oh us dread just the thought of not being here or the unknown of the afterlife is enough to scare anyone but not Drakon.

Drakon wanted death, he longed for it. Drakon wanted his suffering to end and every day he awoke from his slumber he was met with disappointment that he was still alive and kicking on this filthy fucking planet

'How much longer do I have to be here?' Drakon thought while tracing the bars on his cage 'I can't take this anymore i want to di-'

"Filthy slaves you should all bow down in the presence of my magnificence" said a girl haughtily with a bubble around her head looking around at all of our cages in disgust

The girl kept walking around inspecting everyone's cage while all of the slaves bowed down as best as they could . Drakon wasn't an idiot he knew the girl had to be important the way the slave trader catered to her.

"Hey!" screamed a little girl with the bubble surrounding her head as she kicked Drakon's cage as she loomed over it and looked at him in utter contempt

Drakon looked at the girl through his dreadlocks which reached his chin at his ripe age of 7. He had red eyes equivalent to the color of blood. Drakon stared at the girl with his dead eyes and didn't say a word.

The girl stared at Drakon with curiosity in her eyes, the boy had such weird eyes but the most important thing is that he didn't bow down when he saw her which did not sit right

"Bow down to me you filthily pig" said the girl while looking down at Drakon, instead of bowing down like she predicted he would do the boy said one word to her

"No."