“You are a tricky one, little mutt.” I look out of the cage at the speaker, Lord Beldun. “It’s been fun to try to tear you down and make you compliant to our needs, but I don’t have time for this cat-and-mouse game anymore.”
The cage is made of steel bars going from floor to ceiling and surrounds me on every side. It’s rather large for one person. However, I should admit I share space with a sleeping pallet with manacles and chains and a table with similar equipment. One of those chains is still stained red after I killed one elf. He tried to chain me to the table for easier access to my body.
Lord Beldun, the pompous prick, walks back and forth by my cage. Occasionally, he smiles at me. I’ve already learned nothing nice comes my way when he smiles like that. So far, I’ve managed not to
