That was it. The merchant voice was out of the picture, and immediately, Ginika knew what had happened to him.
They had eaten him, and now he had drawn their attention back to himself, they would probably drain his blood for the fun of it.
He struggled with the chains hoping to break free. The neighing of horses made him stop to listen. Then, he heard the sound of swords as they left their scabbard.
It seemed like people were fighting, and this gave Ginika hope. He prayed that whoever caused the fight would win.
“Demons?” A deep voice said it sounded like a male voice, and the hate in it was incomp
