Chapter 8
James spent a restless night tethered by his wrists to a metal post inside a ruined building not far from the one he’d dubbed the Inspection Building. As far as James could ascertain it was Sir’s home and since Sir had been the one to capture him, it was obviously his responsibility to ensure he was looked after and didn’t escape.
As a prisoner he had no real complaints. Sir had left him with a bucket of water and although it looked fresh, it left a chemical after-taste in his mouth. He’d also been given a bowl of something that looked like chicken and onion broth, which tasted disgusting and left him feeling nauseous. The thing he was most grateful for was a thick woollen blanket, which Sir had thrown at him just before nightfall.
As stars filled the gaping hole in the ceilin
