The cell was simple. A single bed, sink, toilet and desk with a chair. There were no windows, this being a subterranean prison.
Kainon sat on the bed, sitting sideways with his back against the wall. His jaw was clenched. It had been two days and he was no closer to working out how to get out of here. Not that he hadn't thought about escaping since he'd been captured.
She'd been here. She'd been in the next room. He knew that dragon had f****d her. It stewed inside him, becoming acid in his veins.
"Sweet goddess, Dan. Will you shut up about that dragon? Just go find one to f**k if you're so interested." The two guards laughed as they did their rounds.
"I just wonder is all. I had always heard that dragons were prudish."
Kainon leapt up and dashed to the bars. "Oi."
The guards halt
