Chapter30

#Chapter30

Makawee's standpoint (Kawee)

My ears twitched, my nose wiggling at the stench of my surrounding. My eyes fluttered open, my ears flapping at the sounds of whimpers. The place was dark but I could see a little from the lamp in the place. I was in a cell, a small smelly cell. The cell made my inside turn, my throat closed up as I blinked. I tried to lift my hand but realised I had shackles on my wrist. I looked at my ankles, shackles attached to the wall by thick long chains. I moaned painfully, looking around the cell once more. There was nothing but a miserable looking bed with torn sheets and badly ripped out foam, I guess by bedbugs. My ankles and wrists were burning from the shackles; exquisitely.

'Where am I?' I thought, trying to stand up. Whoever threw me here did a good job throwing me on the ground instead of the stupid bed. I was comfortable... Note the sarcasm.