The eighth day came, the girl 's eyes which were once again opened in her small cell could only see three breads for today's meal and a bowl of water to drink.
It had been over a week since the last time he had showered and slept on a soft mattress in the wooden house near the farm with the fighters who called themselves pitung .
And during his days in that tiny cell he only hoped that the fighters would find him and save him again. But no one came, neither the humans nor the monsters that held him captive , no one was seen around his small cell.
In behind the bars of the cell in fathoms n his only dark shadows he could see. And though he wanted to know what was next to his cell, he couldn't because the bars of the cell were too narrow to stick his head out and look around.
