I only have this much so far, it can be found on www.freewebs.com/theringoftruth/fragments.htm
Sam could hear it gorging on the last unfortunate person dropped into the Pit, and she knew she almost her turn. She had studied the order of the Feeding, farthest cells to nearest. The last victims cell was just two left to her own.
How long have I been here? Sam asked herself, I do remember crying, and a dark room, but everything else is blank....
Well, time was irrelevent, all that mattered now was to get out of here, wherever she was....
The clanking of chains and scrape of metal against stone interrupted Sam from her quiet thoughts, and she saw the guard, a Graark, dragging a screaming prisoner from his cell. He stopped screaming when he noticed Sam, he was an old man.
The horrible humanoid guard looked like a pig, covered in bears fur, clad in rusting iron armor, in the arm that wasn't dragging the prisoner it carried a large rusty iron chain that it used to beat protesting prisoners.
"Please.... help..." he pleaded.
"I... I can't", said Sam quietly, tears already forming in her eyes. She looked down at the stone floor.
Once the old man was out of view, and a long time afterward, Sam sat down and cried. She cried for the old man, she cried for all the other prisoners, and she cried for herself, she would be fed to it by the evening.
