The Only King(Part Two)

**WARNING: LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND EXTREMELY DISTURBING CONTENT. READER DISCRETION ADVISED**

 Lawrence wasn't sure how long he'd been tortured for by the time he was given an extended reprieve. His muscles felt like they were about to tear open with every little movement he made. Even though he'd just been healed by a Shaman, his nerves were left raw; like having surgery without any anesthetics.

 'No doubt my brother told him to leave me like this..'

 As the thought crossed his mind, he tried to move his body as gingerly as he could towards a glass of water. Knowing how painful it was for him to move, Lawrence's torturer had purposely left it on a table, on the opposite side of the room.

 While dragging his body along the ground, Lawrence wondered for a moment why he wasn't restrained, but the answer was obvious.. 'It's not like I can run or fight.. I'm no threat, so there's no reason to have me in shackles..'