“Just like that man said,” the deeper voice said. “How’d he know?”
“None of our business,” the higher voice was scolding. “He paid us, and quite well I might add. Don’t you go trying to get any more out of this. Besides, whoever’s down there has been there, what three days? The poor dear must be starving!”
“Yes, ma’am, I am starving. That I truly am,” Permac muttered. He banged on the door again. “Pull the cabinet out. The door’s behind it.”
“I know well where the door is,” the deeper voice said. “Helly, go get some food.”
Permac heard the cabinet move. Finally, gloriously, the door opened. Permac nearly fell on top of the burly man holding it open.
“Hooo, man, you’ve been sampling the goods,” the man called Ganta said, waving his hand in front of Permac’s face.
“Wouldn’t you? I thought I’d spend my last hours locked in the basement. The least I could do is have some enjoyment.”
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