Gnoll Boyfriend Thanyx (special preview)

I dread the journey, mainly because I have thrown up everything inside me and it’s getting even harder to keep water down. Edragon and his men make me uneasy too. I’m not sure what it is, but there is something that sets my teeth on edge when I’m around Edragon. I have dealt with men like him before, but there is something else about him. It feels almost sinister. 

Once we set on the path through the Gravelmeuse mountains that’s when Edragon and his men are put on high alert. They keep their guard up all day and night, taking turns watching over the cargo.

It’s early one morning and we’re just getting ready to leave after a rest. I’m by the trees, dumping out ashes on the roots.

I’m grabbed from behind as a blade is placed at my throat. “Stay still,” my captor whispers into my ear. “I don’t want to harm you none.” He puts his paw around my mouth. “Stay quiet now.”

I look up, seeing I’m being held by a gnoll, but there is something strange. He’s dressed in an old uniform that looks threadbare and worn. There are patches on the elbows and chest, the thing looks ready to give up. The gnoll is older as well but he looks clean cut and swarthy, unlike Edragon.

I hear the ambush at the caravan as fighting starts. The gnolls drags me out to the front, using me to get up close.

“Let us pass,” he says as he holds me out. “Or your meal ticket dies.”

Edragon pushed to the front. “Let her go old man.”

I feel faint, the excitement and fear of everything is getting to me. I haven’t eaten much in days and I haven’t had any water since before yesterday. I start to swoon and stumble backwards. I look up at the sky as my vision starts to go to a pinpoint.

“Papa?” I whisper before it all fades to black.

I hear the sound of children playing, voices calling out. I sit up, looking around the tent I’m placed in. My head is throbbing and aching and my whole body feels weak.

“Awake now, princess?”

I look up, seeing the Gnoll who had taken my hostage before. He’s sitting shirtless before me and holding his saber in his lap.

I frown at him. “You took my caravan again,” I growl.

“Not this time,” he says. “You’re hired men have it.”

I sigh at the news and I’m a bit relieved.