35
Elle
Four Days Later
My mouth is dry. So dry. I roll over, feeling the bars of my cage press into my side. My water bottle sits before me. I’ve been rationing sips. I can’t give in and drink more too quickly.
Grunt sits against the far wall, his hefty legs kicked out before him. He stood for the first two days solid. Impressive.
In fact, it wasn’t until the morning of day four that Grunt actually sat down. Other than that, the troll doesn’t leave the room for any reason. Every so often, he pulls out a flask of water or a strip of jerky from the leather sack he’s got tried to his waist. That’s it.
I lick my lips, but that only makes them feel more chapped. “So, how does it work for you guys?”
No reply.
Not that I expect one. Grunt never answers. All he does is stare ahead with hi
