Chapter Six
Tim
Desperately thirsty, hungry goes without saying, Tim watched as his neighbours buried their faces in their dog dishes, hating his canine fellow captives almost as much as the insane Polish b***h who had locked him naked in a cage.
It had been the rattling of the metal bowls against the concrete floor of the cage as his neighbours attempted to lick every last morsel from them that had woken him from the fitful sleep to which he had managed to return after having dreamt of his wife and her threat to castrate him.
Fitful or not though, it was at least an escape from the reality the Polish b***h seemed intent on subjecting him to and he was not best pleased to have been woken; though it did strike him that perhaps his sleep had not been as fitful as he thought, given that t
