LilRunningFox

When did his life take such a horrible turn for the worse? Ah yes, it was when that bitch had lured his brother into her bed with her honeyed words and promises. Little she-witch! Eadin couldn’t help but snarl, but the sound was muffled by the gag tied tightly between his teeth. Perhaps his snarl was nothing more than a gurgle in the back of his throat. He was thirsty, the cloth soaked up all moisture from his tongue. His rage; up till now at least had kept his bodily needs at bay, but he thirsted for water, his stomach rumbled for food, and worse of all, the most agonizing sensation of his bladder filled to the breaking point. His failed snarl didn’t capture their attention, so perhaps a groan would? Failed also, whimpering now he flopped around on the floor of the wagon, twisting more to find some sort of relief for himself than wanting to catch their attention. Kicking the wooden side of the wagon as he managed to flop over did finally bring attention to his plight. The wagon