Anonymous
- Draksi's Temptations
At the edge of the room was a small, white, and round metal-cast table. Set upon its top were five small dishes, each holding expertly crafted pastries. Each was different, displaying appetizing morsels and vibrant fruits. One pastry was a cherry tart; its syrup oozing over the edges onto the plate it rested upon. My appetite had peaked and my stomach began to speak to me. I haven't eaten in three days; a result of being tied to this chair and forgotten about...
