Prisoner

Dawn had broken a long time before I woke up. The harsh sun filtered its way through the slit in the curtains, prying my eyes open painfully. A splitting headache disturbed my senses so I was forced to roll away from the sun's direction.

I stood up and yawned, looking around me. Cyrus was not in the room but there was a note on the bedside table together with a meal and a strange looking concoction.

You had a fever this morning, drink this so you can get well and be sure to finish your meal. Make sure you do not step a foot outside this room, I'm sure the memories of the arena are still fresh in your mind.

I shuddered, remembering the arena, and walked towards the door. It seemed to be bolted from the outside.

I wondered how I was going to have my bath this morning but when I turned the back of the paper, a short note said. Your daily essentials are in my bathroom, use it.

Sighing, I walked to the very large bathroom and took my bath very comfortably. It was very different from the