Luther's ears stood up at the sound of the room pushed open, he reached for his empty food bowl on the table. He tried to pick up the glass of water, but ended up knocking it over, shattering it to pieces.
"I see starving you for two days had no effect, you're still quite springy." Thane announced, as he walked into the room.
Luther's heart skipped a beat. His grip on the bowl faltered, letting the round item roll miserably off the bed! "Shit! I didn't mean to!" he panicked, and tried to pick it up, nearly falling over into the broken pieces on the ground.
Thane waved his hands, gesturing the men standing behind him to gather the broken pieces, and tuck Luther into bed.
"What? What is this?!" he cried as they strapped him to the bed, rendering him more immobile than before.
He diverted his teary gaze to the man who he assumed was the boss here, "Why are you doing this to me? Please! Let me go home!" he pleaded.
