He was sleeping. He was lying on the ground and he was sleeping. Until he felt a dull pain in his waist. He slowly opened his eyes.
He felt how someone threw something solid to his head. He lifted up his head and looked at it. Drumsticks. Cold drumsticks. But since they hadn’t been exactly generous with food he didn’t complain. He picked up one of the drumsticks and ripped a piece of with his teeth. The person who had awakened him left the room. He sat right and looked at the walls. Small, white lines ran from halfway the walls to the floor. The window frames were ripped off and repaired with tape and the glass was replaced with carton. Someone had lost his temper in this room. Though it was meer likely it was a certain beast who had done these damages. But it wasn’t him. He knew that. It hadn’t been full moon yet since he was brought here. That was probably part of the reason why he was here. Because of what he was, volgende to human. And it was probably why they weren’t generous with food. If he turned on an almost empty stomach he’d go wild, meer than usual, and he would make a lot of victims. And from the screaming he had heard the past night it was a sure thing his abductors loved to make victims.
He heard a shriek and listened carefully. It was coming from the room volgende door. He knew who was in there, which made it even meer painful to hear her cries. He wanted to help her, but there was absolutely nothing he could do. But when it would be full moon again and they needed him, he would take his chance. He couldn’t be controlled once he turned. Once the full moon rose he would get away and get help.