Lucien

The days blended into each other, the greyness around them changing to white during the mid-morning, only to become a bleak grey at night.

One morning, a few days later, he caught the old man alone. On seeing him, the old fellow tried to quicken his pace, but Lucien was swifter, and lunging forward from his imprisonment near the bed, he grabbed the man’s neck.

‘How did I get here?’ He snarled, his cold eyes showing his willingness to kill if need be.

Quavering, the thin man sank to the ground. He barely weighed more than a few pounds, thought Lucien. The old crone kept him underfed but Lucien...