Isaac's POV
I don't know how long it's been since the last time Belinda was down here. Jackson hasn't been down here either. I've been pretending that I'm still mute and weak. They have been giving me more food, and at the suggestion of whoever is administering my medical care, less Wolf's Bane. They feared it'd done extensive damage along with the blow to my head. I feel Bandit coming back ever so slowly. I know he was severely affected by the poison. It works to my advantage, even if Jackson decides to torture me. I won't heal very quickly. I'm hoping that even if I do heal too quickly, my pretending to be weak will keep them unsuspecting.
I heard the door open and then the stick poking my ribs. I turned my head to face the sea of masks in front of me. I opened and closed my eyes a few
