Chapter 65: The Orphan

The next day, early in the morning.

The two fake slaves were still in the cage, after spending a sleepless night huddled together. They ate nothing and barely drank from the muddy water that the tenant provided them with a dirty bucket.

"Thia, are you okay?" Jorael asked, making sure of his companion's condition.

"Oh shoot... I just closed my eyes without knowing it, but it's hard to sleep like this..." Cyn'Thia answered in a tired tone.

"I hope they found something so we can..." he was saying before being interrupted by the slaver who came and hit him with the metal bar while exclaiming:

"Son of a flying rat, you are so talkative early in the morning, huh?

I bet if I hit a little more, you'll stop talking, hahaha!"

The tenant struck him violently several times with the club, delivering violent blows through the bars.

"Stop, please...