Markus’ jaw hurt. But he was so glad to be rid of the gag, be able to close his mouth properly. Swallowing properly, easily, not getting dried out. Red marks were left on his cheeks from how tightly the cloth had been tied.
He shifted a little, carefully raising his arms, bound hands carefully taking the slice of bread from Oliver. He could care less about his hands being tied, if he got something to eat. He could almost feel his voice hurting without trying to speak, so he wouldn’t attempt ask for water or alike.
He nibbled on the piece of bread, leaning his head against the barrel again. He was tired, and he felt weak, and sick. He was sick after all.
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