The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Arron's POV:

When I gave Sally the gaze of fear, I knew I should keep my mouth shut. From earlier until now, I had been frantically trying to save myself.

These kidnappers discarded my wristband and other valuable items, but I still had my plastic shell bracelet left. Mommy made this and gave it to me. Beryl also had one. The bracelet looked like a children's toy so they didn't touch it.

What they didn't know was that this bracelet wasn't just a toy. Mommy put a little blade in one of the shells so we could defend ourselves in times like this.

She was afraid that Beryl and I might cut ourselves on anything more intricate, and she also figured that we wouldn't understand how to use them, so she just put this small blade in. She also cautioned us against using it for anything other than an emergency, when we could slacken the rope and signal for help when the bad guys were distracted.

When the little girl was taken away just now, the kidnappers went out briefly. I used that time to sneakily pull out the small blade and try to cut the rope.

However, Sally's sudden question rendered me too afraid to move again. I quickly hid the blade under my sleeve, afraid of being discovered.

"Another mute?" Sally glanced at me disdainfully and squeezed my mouth as an obvious hint of disgust flashed on her face. "Can a mute be a vase boy?"

"If he can't speak, just cut his limps off as well." The red clown mask werewolf decided my fate again.

hands and feet were severed. He was put into

voices, I

aback, and she gave me a painful

dare to make Sally unhappy, so I answered her

that this devious woman thought I was a complete

bad, quite obedient, but unfortunately disfigured." Sally patted my head satisfactorily and asked me to call her mommy. "I'll give you candies if you

three melted sticky sweets out of her pocket. I didn't

extremely reluctant, in order to survive, I went along with it

stuffed

into my

in the

and inconsolable, crying uncontrollably with streams of tears, snot, and spit. Sally was fed up with crying. She pressed

a fool, how could he

cry and struggle, which made other kids

took advantage of the turmoil to pick up