Chapter Seventy Five

Matt

“Well, well, well.” Kroll’s voice sang out from a nearby tree. “Should I slice your throat or maybe take inspiration from Alastor and just throw you off a cliff?”

“I thought you were supposed to be good at this? It’s been hours, old man.” I breathed heavily.

“Why do you have such a death wish?” Kroll leaped down from his perch and stalked towards me. I began to back away from him until I felt the edge of the ground disappear beneath my heel. Kroll’s hand found its way around my neck, his eyes threatening to recreate Alastor’s accident.

“Kroll.” A familiar voice called from behind Kroll. “Release him before I return the favor.” A deep rumbling growl echoed throughout the forest.

I kept replaying the scene in my mind over and over again as I sat on an uncomfortable old wooden chair at a table with a silver shackle wrapped around my wrist, chaining me to the wall. I rapped my fingers on the table, listening to echoes that bounced off of the wall