He’d been warned.
He was punched repeatedly for what seemed like ages, but was probably only 15 minutes, then thrown into a pit to recover.
He was allowed just two hours’ respite. Then, he was beaten yet again, before being rammed into a metal straight-jacket and thrown into a cell with a reinforced glass window.
But the cell was warm. He could grow, strong enough to be a match for any warder. He heard footsteps – now was his chance – the cell door opened –
He looked about and saw… the warder approaching with a knife.
“Yum… I love fresh bread…”