Two hours pass and I wake up chained to a cold, damp dungeon wall. I look around, trying to figure out where I am, and then I remember. He was angry with me. I am being punished.
I shiver against the cold, realizing that my clothes are gone. What have I gotten myself into? Surely that kid could have helped himself... No. That's what Master wants me to think. He wants me to break, to behave, to fear him... I can't let him win.
I try to stand, but the chain is too short, and I fall back down to my knees. I'm just starting to wonder if I will be left to die here when I hear a door open. I squint against the light that spills into the dungeon, and I see Master making his way toward me, carrying a bag over his shoulder.
He says nothing to me as he approaches me, setting the back down just ou
