We must not look goblin men, we must not buy their fruits.
"You're right, he's insane! How did you know that would work?"
Who knows upon what soil they fed.
"This isn't my first rodeo, baby. I know how a man works"
Their hungry thirsty roots.
The man smiled, delirious. She who spoke in his lovers voice was caressing his hair. The other man's green, snake eyes peered deep, into his soul. He no longer hoped to escape.
"Here," she said seductively. "How long has it been since you last drank something?" she asked.
"Couple days?" he sputtered. His throat was so dry, like a desert. His tongue felt like sandpaper. He licked his lips, but no moisture came. He hadn't been able to cry for days.
"Aww, poor baby," she crooned sarcastically, throwing back her head to laugh. "Y'know, if you just told us what we wanted to know, this could all be over."
The man shook his head. He would not give in that easily.
A drop of water landed on his parched lips, then she left.