In the giant’s grasp

You are lifted into the air and are now face to face with the giant. The giant eyes you up and down suspiciously.

“YOU SLEEP IN MUGMUG CLOTH.”

“Uhhh come again?” You say unsure of what this means.

“MUGMUG CLOTH.” He points you at the blanket Petra still hides under and then back to himself. “ME MUGMUG, CLOTH GO.” He points to his groin.

“Oh that’s yer undergarments?”

“MMH. YOU RIP, YOU DESTROY MUGMUG CLOTH.” He says pointing at the make-shift wrapping on your wound. “YOU PAY!”

Still holding you the giant drags a giant water filled pot with one hand and places it sitting over the fire pit.

Oh no I’ve heard o’ this set up before.

“Mr. Mugmug, was it? Is there anyway I can pay ye back without the need to turn me into stew?”

“I COOK YOU!” He drops you into the water inside the pot as you are briefly submerged. By the time you surface a lid has been placed over the pot plunging you into darkness. A quick test of the lid proves it impossible to lift as it rattles against something holding it in place, likely a latch.

Fucker! I’m gonna be boiled alive unless I can think o’ something! C’mon think!

Outside the pot you can hear muffled sounds of moving then a distinct clicking.

CLICK

CLICK

CLICK

As you try to listen you can feel ever so slightly a growing heat in the iron pot below.