The Rivers of Pus
Michel’s eyelids fluttered open and he groaned as he looked around from behind an old-fashioned wooden desk with an inkpot. Everything was blurry and very vast.
“My head! Where am I?” Michel struggled to sit up on the stiff wooden chair. His body ached all over. He saw that his left arm, from his wrist to his elbow, was locked into a metal restraint with a thick black cable running from it. He wriggled his left arm, trying to free himself but it was no use. Michel could feel the whole left side of his body getting weaker as he clutched his head.
“I feel dizzy and so unhappy. Uh oh.” He put his hand in his pocket. The key was gone. He turned and saw Duke struggling to get comfortable at a desk a couple of feet away from him. Unlike Michel, Duke had a metal cap on his he
