Jul 24, 2016
Though the caged feral seemed to be catatonic, the matron of the whore house jabbed at him with a stick, trying to get a rise out of him.
He wasn’t as catatonic as he was simply asleep. It was one of the few moments the scruffy man was allowed sleep. The constant blood loss may have drained him of energy, but the clangor of where ever it was he was being imprisoned kept him awake. Whatever sleep he could manage never felt like enough.
And being poked in the ass with a stick certainly didn’t help.
Max jolts awake like an old deaf dog and gives his antagonizer a pathetic, miffed snort.
