For two days, Lord Beldun has kept me locked up in a room where I have been fed and rested. Silent enslaved women have bathed me in a pool of warm running water every night and morning. They repeated the bathing process right before orc guards moved me to this holding cell I’m currently at. I guess I’m next to the pit from what I see and hear. Other creatures, sentient or not, are in other similar cramped holding cells. No one talks to each other, and even the animals dread what will come next.
Not once have I been offered clothes, and I’m tired of feeling cold. The baths have been a blessing, but there is no warm water here. The way the enslaved people treated me in the room I stayed in made me believe Lord Beldun would dress me up in lingerie or something like that. Since I’m still undr
