Grey sputtered awake, a bucket of cold water falling on him from overhead. Water went down the wrong pipe and he started hacking and wheezing over the side of a bed he had no recollection of ever getting in.
The jerky movements made his body groan in protest. It didn't want him to be moving at all right now, and he had to say that he agreed with it.
"What the fuck?!"
Grey realized a little late that someone would have had to drench him just now. Couldn't they see he was injured? They should have just slit his throat instead and put him out of his misery.
When he saw that it was actually Edmun, he was left more than speechless.
"What the hell kind of master are you? And where the hell am I?"
Grey looked around to find himself in a room with plain brown walls that looked mudded on. The "bed" he was in was more like a cot with bed sheets. It was as hard as the ground, and yet oddly enough the water soaked duvet was as soft as clouds.
