I was able to stand up after only a couple of hours, although my mind was still fussy about the incredulity of the situation.
All of this felt too surreal to me. This couldn't be right. I had considered multiple times that I was going nuts, but none of those could save me from those men. My captors.
I wasn't, of course, locked up just as honeybees weren't locked up in the apiary. Well, my situation was worse. At least, honeybees weren't beaten to a pulp every once in a while.
They hadn't locked me up, but they hadn't given me freedom either. Of course, after healing up, I would try to look for a way out, or at least move to understand the situation better.
So, after those men didn't come back even after a couple of hours of my healing up, I collected all my courage to creep out of the stone room. I was like a cat, barely making a sound, and even managed to move a couple of kilometres easily with no one's notice, but all I found were stones.
