Hektor could barely move. He struggled on his bed, helpless because of the tranquilizing drug that he had been injected with. His anger had only grown as he watched the cowards that had attacked him bind Gir's wrists, ankles, and wings. All he could manage was a ragged cry as they took his boy away from him. For hours he had struggled like a helpless child, planning his revenge. He pictured killing them, but that didn't satisfy his anger enough.
Finally his efforts paid off and he rolled to the floor. Struggling, he lifted his head and tried to rise to his feet, but he was still too weak. He tried to shout, but his voice was lost for the time. He dragged himself along using his forearms. He cursed mentally every second that passed, knowing that the longer he took to act the longer Gir was in the hands of those men and whoever had hired them. Hektor was certain that Azlon was behind it. The man would pay dearly for his mistake.
***
Gir wiggled against his restraints but he could not move his limbs at all. Leather straps held him to the cold table. All he could do was shiver and feel ashamed of his naked body on display. He knew they were watching him somehow, even if he couldn't see them. A hot tear slid down his cheek. They had taken the shirt that belonged to Hektor.
The door opened, but Gir was tied down too tightly to see who had come in. A cloth suddenly covered his eyes and the world was dark. He felt a strap against his cheek and then a firm sphere was stuffed into his mouth. He felt the straps tighten around his face and he could no longer move his head at all. He whimpered and struggled, knowing it was useless but he was too terrified to think clearly.
He heard the whir of the spinning grindstone getting closer and closer. Finally it contacted the horn on the left side of his head and he felt like he would die. He sobbed helplessly, still trying desperately to get free. Over the sound of the grinding, he heard laughter and he gave up. After the mysterious people had finished grinding down both of his horns nearly down to his skull, they removed the gag. A bit of drool ran down his cheek and he whimpered. "Hektor?" he said. "Please...hurry..."
"He's not coming," a man with a very odd accent spoke coldly.
"He is," Gir sobbed. "He'll come. He likes me."
"Then why did he give you to me?"
"No..." Gir sniffed and tried to remember. But he didn't. He didn't remember being brought to this place. He remembered Hektor touching him and kissing him, making him feel so good, and then a blank nothingness.
"He tested you and decided something is wrong. He gave you to us because you do not please him."
"Liar!" Gir accused, sounding like a small child as he wept. "Hektor will come save me."
***
Hektor clutched his chest. He didn't want to rest, but his body was screaming to. The medic had warned him that though the antidote would take away the effects of the paralyzing drug he should still rest. Of course Hektor hadn't listened. It had been decades since the last time he had tracked and his senses were dull. He was losing time. The signs had led him so far into the forest he wasn't even sure anymore. He'd lost the trail.
