A Beautiful Predator

Vladimir groaned as he rolled on his bed.

Wait. . .

Why was his bed so hard?

Opening his eyes he blinked rapidly to get rid of his blurry sight and adjusted his eyes to the dim moonlight.

Vladimir's ears twitched at the chirping sound of crickets that disturbed the silence of his surroundings.

It took a few minutes to register in his mind that he wasn't in his bed and definitely not in his royal chamber.

When Vladimir tried to lift his hands he was surprised to find them bound with a rope. The blue light emitting from the rope indicated that it was enchanted and won't break no matter how much force he used against it.

When he tried to trace, he couldn't. Somehow the rope was restraining him from tracing back to his castle. The one who had bound him had cleverly planned this. He was successful to trap Vladimir by restraining his tracing ability. A burning urge of violence bloomed in Vladimir's chest. The nincompoop was going to die from his hands.

Vladimir groaned in annoyance. . .

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