The Psychotic Elf

[The Fifth]

((A small comment: Don't read this while eating. ))

Calad woke up just as quickly as he had passed out. He found himself bound up by the rough ropes, tied so tightly that it almost cut through his skin. He grunted, growled, and squirmed around. However, he was not gagged, and could shout out anything he desired. But, his voice was heavy and hoarse; it was tired as well from all of the yelling and commition.
He glanced up at the others, who seemed to be talking about his condition getting worse. He managed to sit up and draw his knees to his rope-bound chest, unable to move his arms. He felt a strange burning sensation in the deep part of his throat, and vomited up the liquid, everything he had eaten in the past day, and the black substance. This pooled about all over his lap and dribbled to the floor. He growled more, and did not allow anyone near him.