CHAPTER 46
There’s an angry commotion when my guard returns me to the underground detainment center that night. I don’t know what the fighting’s about, nor do I question it. In just a moment I’ll be walked downstairs and locked in my cage, and ten or fifteen minutes after that, someone will pass a tasteless dinner into my cell.
That’s all I care about at the moment. My two hundred calories.
I cough weakly. If Hee-Man were here, I think he’d be worried about the sound I make when I breathe, but nobody seems to notice.
The guards argue more than normal, and my only hope is that I have the strength and energy to stand here until they resolve whatever issues they’re having with one another. Don’t they know I just want to go to my cell?
“Prisoner 249.” It’s an English-speaking guard, perha
