Erina

　　Paxton stared at me, his eyes nothing but horror as he stared at what the monster was doing to me. But I was much more horrified about him and his injuries. I had accepted my fate, but I wasn't willing to accept his. My poor dragon's skin was ripped from his shoulder all the way down to his stomach. A bloody bandage kept him together, but just barely. Metal bands held him to his strange bed, but even from my viewpoint I could see it bit into his skin, blood dripped ...