Soren paused.
Both the shock of the act and the sheer audacity of it made him frown in absolute disgust.
What kind of a sick idiot digs his hand into another person's food?
Revulsion crawled up his spine as his eyes followed the offending hand upward, meeting the gaze of the intruder.
It was the same man as before. He had an unmistakable cocky smirk.
An infuriating one.
"See? I told you. Easy Target." The feminine voice came again.
Close. But no doubt far away.
Soren subconsciously looked around. He could see it on their faces.
This was all just some kind of test to them—to see if he was someone they could push around.
Even the guards watched the injustice and just smirked.
No one cared about his age or his wounded appearance.
Simply a dog-eat-dog world.
The huge prisoner grinned wider. "Thanks for the carrot." He leaned closer. "It seems you forgot something. Don't worry, I got your back. Let me add some gravy."
