Shadow Slave

Sunny looked at the stream of blood that was getting closer and closer to the cage, then glanced back at the door and waited, wondering if someone… or something… would burst through it and enter the cell.

But nothing did. After that first loud bang, everything stayed eerily quiet. Seconds passed, then minutes. Finally, he slowly turned away from the door and looked at Cassie.

"Do you smell it?"

She lingered for a moment, then nodded.

"...Blood."

Sunny remained motionless for a bit, then walked back to his usual place and sat down. His face was grim. After a while, he said in a dark tone:

"We are going to need to start rationing water."

Humans could survive for a long time without food, but water… water was much more precious. Without it, a healthy human could die in a matter of days.

And there were very few more agonizing ways to go.

Cassie turned her head, then asked somberly:

"Why? Do you think that they are going to just leave us here?"

Sunny opened his mouth to retorn that she was the one who could see the future. But in the end, he held his tongue.

"...Just in case."

able to last longer without water than mundane humans

that be

no way to

and exhaled slowly,

gone, it was impossible to tell what day it was. Sunny and Cassie remained in the barely

their water ran out. The waterskin wasn't that large, to

...Then, came the thirst.

knew what madness felt like, but after spending several days — at least he thought that a few had

being cut, his lips had dried and cracked, and so

fear. Fear that he was going to die in this cursed cage like a dog, forgotten and discarded. Maybe one day someone would open the heavy

out of the cage, but nothing he had done helped. The

starting to blur. Sunny spent most of his time staring at the orange flame of the oil lamp, because it was more or less the

Then, it disappeared, too.

only the ghostly, dim glow of the

'...The oil ran out.'

Sunny closed his eyes.

Was it really hopeless?

he couldn't give up… he refused

sane was the fact that Cassie was right

not bearable, then at least a little easier. Neither of them would have been able to endure the agony and the terror of not knowing whether they were going to live or die, the fear of the unknown, alone. But

the flame of the oil lantern died out. Time lost its meaning a while ago. All