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."

be able to last longer without water than mundane humans — especially Sunny, whose body

that

no

exhaled

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

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

...Then, came the thirst.

madness felt like, but after spending several days — at least he thought that a few had passed — without drinking anything, he learned that there

was being cut, his lips had dried and cracked, and so did his tongue. His head was full of pulsating pain, and his muscles were experiencing excruciating

that he was going to die in this cursed cage like a dog, forgotten and discarded. Maybe one day someone would open the heavy door, and find his desiccated corpse reaching hopelessly

the cage, but nothing he had done

his throat and mouth felt as though they were on fire, and his entire body ached terribly. He felt weak and lethargic, and his vision was 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 only thing he could

Then, it disappeared, too.

stone cell became even darker, with only the ghostly, dim

'...The oil ran out.'

Sunny closed his eyes.

Was it really hopeless?

give up… he refused

the fact that Cassie was

if 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 together, the

lost its meaning a while ago. All he knew was the thirst, the pain, and the stubborn, spiteful will