Hussein Mustafa [2]

"who are you, and why are you here?" one of the warriors asked Mustafa, who just angrily looked at him. It was almost like he imagined the warrior's death.

If he were free, he could have tried to get into his head, but that wasn't just possible with the container he was trapped in. He couldn't do shit about his state, and frankly, it was bothering him.

Mustafa had been used to being a free man, and from what had happened, it seemed like he was having a hard time processing the mere truth that this was the life he would have to lead. He had been tricked.

He had been ambushed, and for what? He would find the witch who did this to him, and he would make her pay for trapping him in a cellar where his abilities were dampened and non-existent. In here, he was just a human.

One who couldn't do shit to free himself and one who was just as pathetic and weak as all the humans he had preyed on.