[Aaron]
A hard bite on my earlobe woke me from the most wonderful dream. I swatted at the rat that took a piece of me. The little bastards had been all over me when I first woke up here.
The chains on my wrists and neck were long enough that I could stand and move a little. Trying to explore my surroundings had revealed a bag that had food and a couple bottles of water. I worked to ration it, but those squeaky little f***s got into the bag they were in and stole from me.
There was nothing to indicate how long I’d been in this place. I didn’t know what Nathaniel Young was planning to do with me. If he’d wanted me dead, he would have used silver instead of that dart. It didn’t make sense, though.
If he sent me back to Keaton, I’d just tell him what happened. Chaining me to a wall, in
