When Sonny was planning to run toward the forest, his thin wrist was grabbed by the servant.
Sonny was surprised, and he lifted his head. The servant had a worried expression and was shaking his head at the boy, "Don't, their cultivation is high. They'll sense you escaping before you have a chance to escape."
Sonny doesn't know the servant very well, but something about the servant's expression seemed to tug on his heart's string.
Sonny whispered, "But if I don't take this chance, I might not ever escape again."
The servant softly smiled at Sonny, "That's not true. As long as you're alive, you will always find a chance to escape, but it's not right now. But it's your choice to take it right now or not."
The servant released his hand from Sonny and walked away to the group, who looked at him suspiciously. The servant kept his head down with his shoulder hunched over, and they looked at him like they could bully him easily.
Sonny sighed and looked at the dirty dishes and decided to change his plans. He took the dirty, greasy dishes in his hands and walked to the creak and washed them in the cold water one by one. He had to rinse the dirty food with the end of his torn robe.
It took forever.
His muscles felt sore. His muscles, bones, and body felt sore and achy everywhere, and he just wanted to lie down after washing everyone's dishes when he came to tell them that he had finished cleaning their dishes.
He was speechless to find them sleeping. All of them were sleeping by the trees, and the horses were eating grass and walking in different spots.
Sonny felt a flicker of annoyance and pushed the black long hair, and he lay down against the lone tree by himself. He doesn't want to surround himself with those strange men, and he closed his eyes, and exhaustion made him fall asleep in no time.
***
Sonny felt something strange waking him up he kept smacking it away, thinking it was a mosquito wanting to suck his blood, and smacked the mosquitoes on his cheek.
Sonny got annoyed when he felt a wet kissing noise on his face and opened his eyes, and a big face appeared before his eyes.
It was the big man with the scar who was looking at him strangely with dark eyes, who had big hands over his mouth.
Sonny couldn't breathe with the big hand over his mouth, and the big man who was climbing on top of him whispered near his ears in a rough voice, "Stay quiet, I won't hurt you."
Sonny was confused and felt scared; his heart was pounding. He asked, "W…WWhat are you doing?"
The big man smiled too widely and replied. "You are very beautiful for a boy. Where do you come from?"
Sonny didn't like the way the man was asking that and the way the man's eyes gleamed sharply, and Sonny wanted to push the man away, but the man was too heavy.
"Never mind. I just want you to stay still. It will be over soon; it won't hurt that much if you don't move that much."
Sonny felt too powerless and weak, and he closed his eyes when he felt sick to his stomach when the man got closer to him, starting to touch his chest through his robes.
Sonny didn't like that, and before he knew it, he began to fight despite the hands on his face, and he bit the hand hard, and he could taste the iron blood in his mouth, and the big man glared at him, and the big man slapped him hard.
Sonny felt his cheeks stinging.
The big man grinned and opened his robe.
***
2 HOURS AGO
Killian went away to find the noise, and a big animal appeared in his vision. A beautiful lion resting on a rock, eating meat from a dead animal.
The lion lifted its head and turned its head to stare at the beautiful man standing by the trees with the sword in his hands, glistening with a cold aura.
The lion can sense a deadly aura, but it doesn't know whether it should leave or not. But it's pride kept it in place, and the lion revealed its sharp teeth before the young man.
GROWWWLLL!!
The young man didn't look scared by the intimidating, fearsome lion; instead, he calmly stared at the lion before turning around to leave through the forest to go back to the boy.
The lion lifted its proud head and began eating its meat.
Killian used this moment to hunt a small beast easy to digest for a human—a snake.
When he used his abilities to kill a snake that likes to hide in a warm, dry spot like a tree, or under a cover like leaves or logs.
Killian furrowed his brow when he noticed something was wrong.
He walked to the location where he and the boy were staying, dropped the dead snake, and noticed the boy was missing.
Where is the boy?
Killian followed the small footprints that led to a ledge—Sonny. For some reason, Killian has a bad feeling about this, and his intuition is usually never wrong.
When he arrived, he heard a loud cry—a terrible cry that sounded like a breaking point. A big man was on top of a smaller boy, Sonny, whose clothes who was torn.
He didn't think, removed his sword from his robe, and strode toward the bigger man, and struck the sword into the back of the man, who bowed from the pain.
Killian's eyes remained cold.
Sonny's face turned red from fright, and his body shook.
The big man fell to the side with the blood falling out of his back, and he cried out with rage at the man. "W-What the hell?"
Killian didn't glance at the man and grabbed Sonny into his arms, covering the boy's eyes before doing the final act—killing the man in a cold act.
The big man lay on the ground with his chest struck out, blood dripping to the ground like water.