Sam followed Yorkie down the dark hall. Skittering rats fled their approach.
“Whatever ‘twere you did ta ‘im, you did ta ‘im good,” Yorkie commented. Sam stopped and raised an eyebrow in question.
Yorkie chuckled. “’E’s come down a madman ‘e ‘as, since you brought ‘im back. Hafta keep ‘im chained to the wall ere ‘e kill us. Or see us kill ‘im. He ain’t took a bit o’ the food you sent for ‘im, just takes ‘is bread and water like afore.”
Thursday, July 1, 2010
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