Chapter Fifteen: Welcome Aboard
Igthorn reawakened with a loud snore. Or, at least, he thought it was him snoring. There was a sputtering, thunderous sound all around him. His body juddered, although he was unable to move any of his limbs (they were all tied down), yet he was still somehow moving at a ridiculous speed through the forest road. “What is this?!” he grumbled. “Let’s try this again, Iggy!” He heard Ash’s voice shout to him, but he couldn’t discern as to where it came from. His eyes darted all about the parameters that his head and neck would allow him under the circumstances. For one thing, he noticed that he was tied to the hood of Ash’s unusual chariot that she was behind the wheel of. “I demand you release me at once, wench!” Igthorn roared. “Wrong answer!” Ash stomped down on the gas pedal and the Olds picked up speed. Igthorn screamed in response. “This’ll be all over, Iggy, once you tell me what I wanna know!” Gi