When last we saw Anwar, he had awakened in The Tombs, a dungeon the witch Hespa had specially forged for her prisoners.
He winced as his hand snaked toward a throbbing wound on the back of his head. It was wet with blood. Daemon must have awaited his return at the veil. Anwar doubted the oaf had acted on his own accord. His fealty belonged to the witch.
His eyes adjusted easily to the darkness – a necessity in his profession – though, to Anwar, one cell looked much the same as any other, with one exception. Hespa preferred floors of jagged stone to those of packed earth. Unshod feet assured a prisoner’s inability to steal surreptitiously away. Anwar wriggled his toes, tucked safely inside his scuffed boots. That meant only one thing. He still fit in her plans.
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Reassurance in that he still had his boots.
Kudos!
Anwar is definitely a happy camper about that. 🙂
lnteresting…things get more complex
Thanks for stopping by, Nancy!
Hmmm… still has boots… part of her plan or does she want him to try to escape? Intriguing.
Poor Anwar. He’s got some troubling days ahead.
Now we want to know what the plan is. Good excerpt.
LOL Thanks!
Clever dungeon design! So this is temporary punishment for him? Interesting! 🙂
Thank you, Sarah. That whole ‘writing what you know’ thing? Definitely not drawn from experience. 🙂