Chapter 161: Prisoner Crab
Balthazar languished in jail. His cruel captors had thrown him into the depths of a prison cell on the ground floor, left with only a small clay mug of water, hardly enough for a crab to submerge himself in. Abandoned to his own luck with not even a pastry to eat.
Hunger threatened to soon finish him, if despair didn’t claim his mind first.
The crab could see the end coming. All hope had long since left him. He knew he wasn’t going to make it this time.
He wondered if his friends missed him or had moved on with their lives since his disappearance.
The sweet taste of pie was barely a remnant of a memory in what felt like a lifetime ago.
Balthazar sighed.
It had been about forty-five minutes since his arrest.
“Hey! Is someone out there?” he shouted to the empty corridor, pressing his eyestalks between the iron bars of his cell. “I know my rights! I’m allowed one courier!”
Isolation was driving him crazy. Crabs were not meant to be trapped in one place, unable to leave. At least not this one. Not anymore.