Chapter 123

Tyrus scrambles to get off the ground, but even as he is doing it, he feels himself drifting more and more into unconsciousness. He is almost on the edge of falling asleep, but what he doesn’t understand is why is Carl not hitting him anymore or picking him up to carry him away. Is it just his imagination or can he actually hear some more scuffling, a scream of pain, and some words that he cannot comprehend? He tries to open his eyes wider to see, but it’s no use. He faints.

Tyrus opens his eyes slowly and then suddenly remembers why they were closed in the first place. He immediately sits upright. He had expected himself to be lying on the ground in a closed room or bound by chains. But instead, he finds himself in a beautiful room that he does not recognize. All the walls of the room are white except the one behind him which is a dark midnight blue. The bed he is lying in is comfortable with clean white sheets. He touches his jaw, it has healed. If Carl had been successful in kidnap