...and waited...

It's been days. Months? No, hours. It was difficult to tell, but after a little bit of thinking, he settled on hours. Esau's body would've collapsed already if he wasn't packed tighter than a sardine. Bell pissed down his back at one point, though he can't remember when, and he had to admit it was a highlight; it at least cooled him down a little. He stared forward blankly, his eyes glazed over. Belial was in a similar state. Her hands hung limply around his neck, and if he really wanted to, he could've jolted and thrown her off. But he just had no energy. He was lethargic, sticky and sweaty and smelly. His legs were past feeling exhausted, and they were just numb.

"How much longeeeeeer..."

"Stop asking! You literally ask that question every five minutes!" Esau was amazed he still had the energy to be annoyed.