Katyr

Demons.

"I'm proud of who I am." 

The words left the doctor's mouth in a strangled gasp as he was being held against the tree by the throat, a large hand squeezed harder as another person roughly beat his torso with bare fists.

This was becoming a recurring event. Kate didn't mean to offend these soldiers but given how him merely being present in their region was enough of insult to warrant this he felt helpless.

"You know what you could easily do to get out of this." The words sounded like his but Kate knew it wasn't him. 

As blow after blow hit him the voice kept egging him on to peer into the men's minds and prey on whatever pain influenced their decisions to beat him.

"No.." Kate croaked out as they finally let him go, unwilling to kill him apparently they merely spat on him and left him. 

The doctor eyed the bag they dumped out on the ground, sitting there glowing in the moonlight was the rare bottle of herbs he had worked so hard to get.

The fact he'd be able to aid his patients lulled his pained body to sleep.