The freezing, soundproof underground room was completely swallowed by the heavy, pitch-black darkness.
There were no windows to show the moon, and no clocks to tick away the seconds. Down in that damp concrete box, time simply stopped. The only sound left in the entire world was the ragged, wet breathing of the broken man chained to the heavy metal chair.
The jagged piece of sharp metal felt heavy in his shaking hand.
His fingers were bleeding where the rough edges cut into his skin, but he didn't even care. The terrible, burning pain from what Roxy had done to him was completely overwhelming, but it was still nothing compared to the crushing weight inside his chest.
