"You have to help me," begged the man in front of me, his eyes wide as he held out a single hand. His other hand was gripping the bars of the cage he was currently in. It was bigger than mine; he was able to kneel in his even as he struggled to touch me. "Please, help me."
"And just how do you expect me to be able to do that?" I asked from behind my own bars. I was lying on my stomach at the moment, my legs bent behind me. I could feel the coldness of the metal seeping into my stomach as I fought against the shiver.
"You need to kill me; you grant wishes, right? Everyone here knows that you can give us what we want as long as we ask for it. And not I am asking. Please, kill me. I want to die… I need to die. Why aren't you hurrying up and killing me?!?"
