Terror! Old Man and Granny Tongue-Cutter
"Akime, we have to find some way to get out of here!" Hiraku said, struggling at the bars of his cage. My heart beat so loudly that it filled my ears. The pressure on my throat choked me and hurt. I relaxed my pulling, but that trapped, suffocating feeling remained. My tender throat was encased in solid metal, but it still felt of danger and pain, the same as if there were open jaws hovering above it. I swallowed with difficulty, trying to calm down. I told myself my discomfort was all in my head- there was plenty of space in between the collar and my neck -mostly taken by fur- for me to breathe. ‘Think, Akime think!’ I berated myself. But then I was distracted from my worry when another crow tengu opened the doors and walked in carrying a pile of dirty robes.
“‘Here you go Suke, it’s your turn to wash the boss’s robes.”
“Nuh-uh!” The tengu -who was apparently Suk