Jack’s screams echoed off the cave walls as Sandara tried to reach him with whatever power Besmara had provided her. The wretched grindylows had spent the last few hours nibbling on the teen, enough to make snacks for themselves, enough to make him bleed, but never enough to immediately endanger his life. Sandara could tell, however, that before long they’d run out of fingers and toes and leg muscles to eat and they’d begin taking him apart.
She tried to pray to the pirate goddess through her gag…tried to speak the words of the prayer-spells she knew…but the filthy rag and her bruised face prevented anything intelligible from coming out. She turned her mind to other things as she tried to block out the horror of her surroundings, about which she could do nothing. It was likely the ship survived. Perhaps there’d be a rescue. Maybe Plugg recognized her value to the crew and would send a party after them.
Perhaps. Only time would tell.
Jack began screaming and crying again as the beasts cackled and pointed, mocking his suffering.
Soon it would be her turn.