C147 THE CAGE.

"I'm thirsty," Brandon mumbled, his voice hoarse from days of dehydration.

Yes, we all thought he was dead. Turns out, he was barely alive.

Penelope, ever eager to care for him in her twisted way, grabbed a bottle of water. "Let me help you with it," she offered, her voice sickly sweet as she bent down to place the top of the bottle against his cracked lips.

Brandon snatched it from her