Why Humans Make Bad Pets!

I'm going to stage a coup XV

Date point: 1y 5m 1d BVI woke up. I hadn’t expected to, so I guess you could say my day was already off to a good start. Looking about me I took in my surroundings. I was in my room below the Ring, except almost everything was missing. Aside from the bed, the room was bare. The hole I’d made last time had been crudely patched with dirt. Oh, and the chains, the chains were new. Each of my limbs was secured with ludicrously heavy links to rings hammered into the wall – another addition. At the very least I had an excuse to stay in bed.

I don’t know how long I sat immobile before my door opened. A guard, one I didn’t recognize, strode in. He seemed surprised I was awake, but still entered the room, carrying a plate and cup. The chains on my hands had enough slack to where I could feed myself