⊹ 《6TH JUNE》
Jethryn had warned her about this.
About them.
But never in her life did Kiaravell think it was possible for her to be captured by mortals. That they would find a way to poison her.
"Exactly as described." Said one of the traders as she lay unconscious and bound inside a beautifully decorated cage. They had stripped her of her clothes and dressed her in garments they thought fit for presentation. "The Black Angel."
"Ain't nothin' angelic about this one, mind you," Said another. "Another Apex predator. A monster that eats other monsters. By right, those chains aren't enough to hold her."
"You sayin' we're not safe here?"
"We are. She can't even lift a finger, the way she is now." A scoff. "Blood of a human kid. Who knew, eh?"
"The boss always had a knack for finding weaknesses."
Kiaravell had stayed mercifully unconscious throughout their conversation. Had she heard, she would have felt extreme disgust towards herself. The blood of a mortal child. An innocent. They could not poison her nor put her to sleep. They could not overpower her physically or mentally. This plan was as clever as it was devious. The next time Kiaravell woke, she was already on board a ship to Manaus; the capital of Amazonas North of Brazil. There, she would be brought to a slave market, but the usual kind. It was a market that featured rare humans and creatures such as herself. There, collectors would bid to own her. Have her in their collection. In fact, there was already one who was waiting for her...
How was she going to get herself out of this mess?
