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Volos snarled at the man who threw him off his prey, barely stopping himself from punching him. He struggled as he was roughly shoved into a chair, making him growl as an old wound was hit. He watched as the bastard was interrogated by his foster father. It didn't satisfy him at all. He wanted the man dead, but not before he was beaten within an inch of his life.

As he was picked up by his collar, he could only glare up at him, though it was halfhearted. He only wanted to be let down. He didn't struggle though. He just hung there like a bedraggled kitten. Though he did wipe his hands on his pants, smearing the red blood on his dark pants. He wondered how hard it would be to get out and promised to get it out himself.