Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Chapter 1156 The Cripple Boy

Arron’s POV:

I could feel someone looming over me, and then I felt hot breath fanning against my face. It was all I could do to remain still and not roll away in disgust.

I counted silently in my mind, bracing myself for what was to come. If the person was still there by the time T reached the count of five, I would strike

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Before I could get to the next digit, a cry came from the boy lying next to me.

I tensed up at the sound and grew even stiffer, scared to death that the kidnappers would turn on me next.

And then I heard a gut-wrenching wail as the boy begged for mercy. It was followed by a flurry of panicked footsteps and the sound of rustling clothes. I figured that the boy must have tried to escape, but was instantly caught and pulled back.

I inwardly sighed in relief, even though my heart was still thundering furiously inside my chest. Whoever had been staring at me had left to capture the boy.

I pricked up my ears to keep track of my surroundings. A ball of dread formed in the pit of my stomach when I only heard the boy’s cries, his voice turning hoarse.

“Let me go! You devil!”

I heard the cracking sound of a slap, and then a werewolf snarled, “Shut up!”

It was quickly dawning on me that my chances of escaping unscathed were slim.

The boy had finally stopped yelling, and all I could hear were muffled sobs and soft whimpers. He sounded like a lost and wounded pup waiting for its mother to come and fetch it.

I suddenly heard another vicious smack, and I almost flinched. The same boy let out a blood curdling scream of pain.

“I told you to be quiet, you naughty boy! Now, look what you’ve done. You woke everybody up!”

Right on cue, I heard the murmur of movements around me. The other kids were rousing one after another, yet judging by their silence, they hadn’t seemed to figure out what was happening just yet.

Since everyone was awake, there was no point in me pretending to be asleep anymore. It would only draw more suspicion.

And so, I slowly opened my eyes. I shuffled over to an inconspicuous corner and remained quiet as I observed the adults.

It took them a moment, but the other children finally understood the situation They were smart enough not to scream in horror, and we all curled up in a ball as we watched the kidnappers with wary eyes.

There were three of them with clown masks in total, two men and a woman.

They crowded around the first boy and nudged him with their feet.

“Looks like this one is defective. A cripple.” The werewolf who spoke was wearing a red clown mask and a white tunic smeared with blotches of bloodstains. He was the largest among the three.

Beside him, the much shorter she-wolf with a blue clown mask sneered before pulling the boy’s pants off his legs, exposing his deformed calf. “A cripple who dared to run away. He has sorely overestimated himself.”

“No, please, have mercy! I won’t run away again!” “Oh, we won’t kill you. But you still woke everyone up and ruined our plans. What should we do to you, then?” the she-wolf asked in an ominous voice.

The boy whimpered and turned to look at us, his eyes wide with unspoken pleas for help.

I clenched my hands into fists. I wanted to help him, but I knew that there was nothing I could do. If only I were an adult!

“Please, I will do anything for you, anything! I can be your slave.” The boy’s fear was palpable in the air, so much so that I almost choked on it. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“What can a cripple even do?” the third kidnapper sneered.

The she-wolf cocked her head to the side and pretended to think it over. “Let’s see… Oh, I know. Nothing.”

“We would have to kill him, then.” The burly one in the red mask was firm and decisive. Without warning, he grabbed a machete and chopped the boy’s legs clean off his body.

Blood spattered everywhere, and after a short gasp, the boy passed out from the pain.