I look around with droopy eyes, screaming but no one hears my cries. I look down to
my feet, where there lies food for me to eat. Silver chains bound me to the ground, I
shake them but they make no sound, the only sound being the rain coming down. The
thunder crashes scaring me half to death, reminding me of the once made bet, where I
leave the house for once to see the sun set. I watch...