Dean POV
I'm fortunate that Klaus didn't come to bother me, but I haven't tasted food either.
I was let out and ordered to cut some firewood for the herd. Since early in the morning I've been at it, my arms are begging me to stop, my muscles are burning but I keep going.
Every log I put in front of me, I break into pieces thinking of everything I have done and have been forced to do. I'd like to say I'm strong but it's not true, just a child scared of his father, unable to disobey him, unable to protect those he loves, a mockery.
My jailers are watching me so that I don't escape and they must not worry, where would I go, if I go in search of Bree they will find her. I should forget about her, I put her in danger just thinking about her.
Brave… I'm not the least bit.
I continue with m
