How much time had passed? There was no way to know, for his eyes had remained shut the entire time. Constantly drained of his blood, there was nothing he could do. He felt nothing, no pain, nor fear. Waiting for death to come, he remained still.
"Let me go! Please!"
But, yet again, he rose from his deep, deadly slumber as the sharp, high-pitched voice crazily shouted on his left, too close to his ears. Constantly crying and pleading, only to die down for a few minutes.
He looked towards the shrill with his blurry vision. He noticed a form of a young child, also bound with a mast dug into the ground. But unlike him, she was not being bled out but was only bound. Still, he could see the faint redness of blood on her.
The next moment, his attention was grabbed by the Cannibals talking to each other as they sat near them, supposedly keeping watch. Sylvester understood their speech just fine.
