Prisoner

Haven - Sentinel Island

Three days and three nights Gonyaul spent in the Hole. With no food or proper drink. He knew that he could go on for a while without food but water was a different matter and if he didn't get any his mind would start playing tricks on him and his body would eventually shut down.

He was starting to think that his captors have taken him just so he could wither away in this forsaken pit. At first he had told himself that the woman could have simply killed him if she so wished but now he was starting to doubt the wisdom of his own counsel.

Around noon of the third day the wooden lattice was pulled open and a thick rope was thrown down. At the end was a loop that he placed his left foot on before being pulled upwards.

He was greeted by the two men who had dragged him to his prison on arrival. Behind him was the woman with the silver armour and hair so blonde that it looked white.

They looked at the man that emerges from the hole, covered in mud and at the clever adaptations he had made to his outfit with surprise. They looked back at the woman looking for guidance.

She grinned. "Strip!" She ordered keeping an eye on him while the man moved to what looked like a nearby well, returning with a few buckets of cold water.