"You're not dead yet are you?" Someone laughed next to him. "Huh?!" Harith snapped as he tried to sit up and look at his surroundings, everything seemed blurry, but he suddenly felt a choking sensation. *cough* Harith fell to the floor and coughed his lungs out. After what felt like hours of coughing, he finally got the thing stuck in his throat out. A black burnt object the size of a tennis ball came out of his mouth all drenched in saliva. "Fucking hell" Harith muttered as he cleaned his mouth and got up from the floor. "Eh..." To his surprise, three teenage boys no more than fifteen were looking down on him with faces that obviously meant evil. "You dare look at young master directly in the eye" Harith heard a voice speak before his world got turned upside down. Someone had just hit him...right in the fucking face! "It's okay, I think he's had enough. Let's leave now" The boy in the middle spoke. "Ah young master, I'm not sure he's learnt his lesson yet, let's beat him a few
Read more