The piercing pain forced Aziza’s demons to roar and growl as the venom of the arrows pierced through her skin, leaving an excruciating burn to slowly turn her warm blood hot till it burnt like it had been set on fire. She yelled and groaned as the pain pierced through her flesh, weakening her resolve, weakening her feelings, weakening her strength. Her agonizing wails soon turn into powerful painful growls as more arrows found ways to get through her back.
The hunters had almost lost her. It was by luck and a lot more that they got a whiff of her, or she would have escaped from their very grip and the plan that they had made would have all been for nothing. They had waited for Aziza’s grand escape for a long time. She had been arrested and though she hid under the pretense and looks of a
