章 121: 121 - From the ashes

Daemon paused, before he dislocated the shoulder of his now useless puppet, adding to her pain, and raised his foot to dislocate her knees with two well-placed strikes inside the articulations.

*Crack* *Crack* *Crack*

Simultaneously, he was dismantling the rifle he used with no care of the owner's willingness, and pushed the woman away even as he took the handgun she had in her holster.

He then proceeded to ignore her, and walked to the table he had used for his dinner. But she wouldn't ignore him, because she wanted to understand, she wanted answers:

"How…?"

The voice was not cold and steady anymore, hoarse from the pain instead, and also in part due to the humiliation. They had been crushed, with no chance to fight back at all, and played like puppets, her even more so literally.