Frostpaw - Chapter 4: Stigma
A red-hot iron bar rested against the forge and an old lynx watched him with a crooked smile, with not even a hint of compassion in his almond-shaped eyes. in zèon's waist there was now a symbol he had never seen, and would chase him forever.
midnight love
Shrugging his shoulders, he picked up the hot iron bar. david heard the first scream and that's what gave him the strength to break the leather bindings. he ripped off the gag and kicked the wood door to his cell down.