Enslaved!

"Who was it?" Elliot's words fell heavily on its ears, and it also felt his finger tightening around its root-like body. It was no fool and could tell that not answering meant death, lying meant death, and giving an answer not up to his taste meant death.

It didn't have time on its hands either, as Elliot's grip on its body was tightening every split of a second.

"It was a human female with hair reaching just below the earlobes." When the horrifying mandrake said those words, Elliot's grip on its body slightly loosened. He released a breath of malignant air, one filled with anger, when he realized that it wasn't Theo nor John that died.

As that breath left his lungs and came out of his mouth, his anger died down, and his complexion returned to normal. A mask of calmness plastered itself on his face once again, skillfully hiding the surging madness beneath.