Chapter 11.

“What do you want?” Damon's husky voice demanded, but no answer came from him, and it only made him angry.

He could barely lift his body weight, and now he's been attacked by some unknown man. He had no slightest idea about what was going on, all his body was etched with confusion.

“Stand up!” The intruder ordered snappily, the urgency in his voice irked Damon. He has no idea who the man was or what he wants, but he despises the way he ordered him.

“I don't think that is possible, I'm just recovering from a coma and my body is still weak from being dormant for several months.” He replied casually, not giving a care in the world what the man with the gun would do to him if he failed to comply with his orders.

Heavy angry footsteps began to thud on the floor and Damon braced himself for the worst to happen. He hates being ordered around, and within a few hours of waking up from unconsciousness, he could tell what he likes and what he doesn't.

The intruder punched him hard in the fac