Elion tilted his head. "Are you stupid or what? I already told you I want your life. Now, be good and let me cut off a few limbs. I have a very greedy arachnid for a bond, and she needs to be fed, though I suspect your flesh might simply spoil her appetite."
He paused before adding, "Actually, you know what? It won't do to dismember you while everyone's watching. We wouldn't want to make a mess of the camp, either."
By then, William had managed to get to his feet and started running up the slope. A moment later, however, he was sent flying out of the depression, tumbling onto the ground and rolling several times beneath the pale moonlight.
Elion followed without a change in expression.
This should have made him feel good; his old tormentor was at his mercy, after all. However, he felt nothing of the sort. Unfortunately, it wasn't nearly as satisfying as he had imagined.
'Maybe if I torture him a bit, I'll feel better.'
