IMP novel Chapter 32

"Motherfucker, let me free."

The fellow cried but all he could hear was the echo of his voice. He was weak and could feel the veins remonstrating. His eyes were blacking out and his strength was waning.

He was tied to a large tree. He couldn't say since when he had been tied but he was sure that it'd been hours.

The Imp had tied him after taking him into the forest and had left him for the wild.

He looked around hastily if anything was coming. He was glad that no wild cat had plied that route.

Twas hard to tell why. Twas unusual. Probably the Imp had devoured all the wild life. That probably was why there was nothing left.

"Motherfucker!!!!"

He cried again. Then he had a growl from behind. He was shook.

"Who are you?"

His voice broke to the quaking of his courage. He had no eyes in the back.

Shame that he had nursed the wrong thought. He had thought that he was safe until then.

A deep growl succeeded the first. He closed his eyes for some seconds. He flipped open again.

He tried to fight himself free but he was way too weak. The Imp had dug gores in the space between the chest and the arms.

He had bled until the sore became sticky. The growl came again then he began to hear a dramatic movement from behind.

He was sure that that wasn't the monster. He was familiar with his growl. The growl of the monster would come with intervals.

There was a rhythmic shift to the growl. Like the fall of pitch and then a smothered order of crescendos.

He could feel the weight on his head as the creature walked out into the open.

Twas a grown ass lion with heavy jaw and blinking eyes.

The lion walked to the front as though it didn't seem him.

He was chopping the lumps swelling in his throat. He had no idea what to do. He wished he could enter into the tree and stay locked in there forever.

The lion walked on the side then halted. It looked at him. Twas standing opposite, though few metres away from him.

Even though the distance, he felt like the lion was already on him. He was beginning to pee in his pants. What good would being decent do him in such state?