The sound of chains could be heard rattling every now and then. In one of those cells, a man lay. His breathing was getting faster before it then slowed down. He moved slightly. And then finally....
His eyes opened....
And they glowed....
****The sound of the wind could be heard as it gently passed through the underground cells. Its cold hands caressed the cheeks of the half-dead prisoners, their only way of knowing that they haven't passed unto the great beyond.
Among the prisoners, only one didn't seem to have any horns as the others did. Instead his face had become quite swollen from the constant visits he gets from the supposed warden.
Apart from the swells here and there on his face. His face also had dirt on it, with dried blood accompanying it.
He doesn't know how many days have passed nor how many bones have been broken, repaired, and then broken again.
If this is what agony tastes like, then it's quite bitter
