Fresh baked bread… Kare tried to curl up against the pain in his stomach but couldn’t move his arms and legs. “Say it.” Beck’s voice grated. He pulled Kare’s head up, so he could see the bread as it was crumbled, smell its scent. He shook his head and Beck took the bread away. Kare drifted away, only half aware of where he was… His head was yanked back, another smell. Meat juices dripped onto his lips, clenching his stomach. “Say it.” Beck drizzled more and this time they were salty, mixed with tears. He needed it. “Master.” The chicken vanished. He needed it. Gods, he needed it. The chains opened and his hands fell before him and he looked at them, not knowing what to do. A hunk of bread and a bowl were set on the floor, and he remembered. He broke the hard bread, used the gruel to soften it, and ate, scooping the dregs, spilling them from his hands, they were shaking so much. He licked the bowl, needing what it had, and when Beck laughed, he didn’t care....