022 The Prisoner's Treatment

Raven woke up in cold sweat, naked under a thin sheet in a simple bed.

Knight wasn't there.

"Anyone? I need...water..." Raven tried to rise his voice, but he could barely hear himself. His limbs were still soft as mellow, and his throat dried due to the fever.

He pulled himself up by the nightstand and looked around. He was in a shabby old cabin. All there was in the room, was only a table, a chair, a closet, a nightstand, and the bed under him.

Did that fucking rogue put him in a prison cell?! Sounds like the kind of sadistic joke Knight would make.

Raven breathed in hardship as his eyes fell on the kettle on the table.

It took Raven minutes to get to it though. He had to support himself against the wall to avoid crawling to the table, but he made it in the end, only to find it empty.

"Guard!" Raven shouted, at least the frustration and anger amplified his voice, but only for a little.

No one came though.

Raven pulled himself to the door and pulled in fury, only to almost fall back b