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."

would also be able to last longer without water than mundane

that be long

no

closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, then tried to

it was impossible to tell what day it was. Sunny and Cassie remained in the barely illuminated darkness alone, waiting for something to happen, or

water ran out. The

...Then, came the thirst.

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

his lips had dried and cracked, and so did his tongue. His

a dog, forgotten and discarded. Maybe one day

could think of to get out of the cage, but nothing he

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

Then, it disappeared, too.

dim glow of the runes illuminating

'...The oil ran out.'

Sunny closed his eyes.

Was it really hopeless?

couldn't give up… he

despair, the only thing that kept him somewhat sane was the fact that Cassie was right there with him, going through

sharing his pain with someone had made 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 two of them managed to persevere, somehow. Maybe just to

know how many days had passed since the flame of the oil lantern died out. Time lost its meaning a while ago. All he knew