The Elite Game

Chapter 11. Tag! You're It.

It was a small room with nails on the wall, and thin threads that could cut through anything surrounding the place, making it difficult for anyone to move, but something about this place put me off.

Hmm! What's that?

The guards took the tray from my hands and presented it to Dale through a small hole.

Dale looked like quite the mess with cuts all over his face and he looked quite hungry, a bit displeased to see me, but I was more than thrilled to see him again since the both of us had a little unfinished business.

“Let's go,” one of the guards said to me.

“Excuse me, sir, I'd like to speak with him if you don't mind,” I said to the guard who exited the room without hesitation, meanwhile Dale took his time poking his meal, the meal I sacrificed for him.

Dale glanced at his food and then smiled, “would you like to share?” He asked while he pushed the tray back at me.

I sighed, there was no way I'd refuse such goodwill, I was hungry as well so I couldn't possibly refuse this generous