Zyten watched as his many prisoners fruitlessly attempted to escape from their cages and restraints with a self-satisfied smile on his face.The gorgon slithered just out of sight to keep the element of surprise on his side. A quick headcount told Zyten that he had ten prisoners today, each one with a reasonably plump frame, but a perfect amount of energy. He wiped a stream of saliva from his face before approaching his first snack. A young man sat before him, half dressed and with his hands and feet tied together. The man struggled against the ropes binding him to his spot as Zyten slithered ever closer.
“Well, well, well. What have we here?” He said as he circled the young man before him.
“P-please...let me go…” he said fearfully. Zyten clicked his tongue.
“I don’t think so, human,” he replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You’ve hurt far too many people. Humans like you are scum, and I do believe the time for yo