Rabastan hadn't eaten in three days. He hadn't even seen Walden Sr. He assumed it was three days. He'd heard the man leave in the morning and return in the night, but he hadn't come into the dungeon for anything. He'd thought that he'd at least come down to rape him or check on him. But, he hadn't even done that. He ran a hand through his hair, still a bit sore from the abuse prior.
When he heard Walden's feet clogging against the floor above him, he wondered how close it was to Christmas. And if he was even going to make it until then. Or if Walden Jr. would come save him.
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