"It's amazing." the old man said from outside my sack. "Any human you put in this much pain would suffer permanent mental disorders."
"And the food requirement?" came a younger, mirthless voice. Military. Stern. "How much does this abomination eat?"
Older man chuckled. "That's the glory of it; he can eat things that we humans can't. He gets just enough nutrition to survive, but not enough to heal. And it doesn't cost us a single piece of food."
"Is it still dangerous?"
"Oh, no, sir. It's in far too much pain right now. It probably doesn't recognize that we're even here."
There was a swift kick to where my tail met the base of my spine. "It knows we're here now."
"Perhaps not. Did you hear a scream?"
There was a kick to the underside of my jaw, another that sought my groin. "That's not natural."
Daily stones are tied between LiamFaren and Dunwich. LiamFaren is still leading on gifts.
Work was, well, work today. I can't say it was super-hard, just above average. It's the kind of day when you get home, cook and eat dinner, and are supposed to lay in bed or in front of the TV, sore but satisfied.
Guess I've just had too many lazy slow days in a row. Today, I know, was nothing. Instead, I tried to keep my aches and pains out of the story; the notes say to remind the reader that Rhishi has to hold his own act first nature in check.
(Naturally, next chapter is all about Rhishi throwing the plan away and indulging his curiosity.)
As always, thank you very much for reading! I keep writing because of y'all.