Play dead to live

Freya scrambled up and immediately tried the lock.

“Don’t bother.” Adrian drawled. “It won’t budge.”

He didn’t lie. She gripped the bars and watched what looked like a celebration down below. There were at least twenty of the giants and she recognised some of them from their scuffle earlier though she couldn’t be sure as they all looked alike. There were a few of them that had stringy colourful patterns on their head that made her wonder if they were the females of the tribe.

“They look like they are celebrating a hearty dinner later.” Said Adrian.

“Between the both of us, how much fucking meat could they possibly get?” She growled. “Have you tried talking to them?” She asked.

“They don’t speak any language I understand.” He replied, looking very calm and collected for someone that would soon be in itty bitty pieces and in eternal torment in some smelly gut.

Down below, a fire was lit with twigs and slowly started to burn.

“Is that what I think it is?” She asked and the fire refl