Morstern awoke in the damp, musky prison of Thomas's boot. He'd been captured for three days now, and had already given up hope. Every day was a new torment, and new way to humiliate and destroy him. Thomas had no compassion or sympathy. To him, Morstern deserved everything he got.
More than anything, he missed Amos. At first, he expected Amos to rescue him soon after he was captured, but Amos never came. He now wondered if Amos was alright, if he wasn't killed in the altercation in the mart, or if Amos was glad to be rid of him...
The boot shifted, and Morstern bolted up. In the tongue of the boot far above, Thomas's tired and cruel face smiled down. "Well well, you're up bright and early, ain't ya?" taunted Thomas. Morstern bowed ritualistically and sighed.
"Yes, Master, and I can't wait to serve you today."
More than anything, he missed Amos. At first, he expected Amos to rescue him soon after he was captured, but Amos never came. He now wondered if Amos was alright, if he wasn't killed in the altercation in the mart, or if Amos was glad to be rid of him...
The boot shifted, and Morstern bolted up. In the tongue of the boot far above, Thomas's tired and cruel face smiled down. "Well well, you're up bright and early, ain't ya?" taunted Thomas. Morstern bowed ritualistically and sighed.
"Yes, Master, and I can't wait to serve you today."