Chapter Three
Jack woke in a fetal position at the bottom of an iron cage barely large enough to hold him. The stench of rotten flesh and sewage was the first sensation to assault him. The second was the fiery ache in every muscle of his body. He sat up abruptly despite the pain, immediately bumping his head against the top of the cage. The cage immediately began to sway and Jack vomited from the unexpected motion.
Breathing deeply, Jack sat still and waited for the motion to subside. He reached out and took hold of the bars of the cage and stared around him in the dim light. From the stench and clammy feeling of his skin, he was underground. He glanced below him at the line of cages filled with prisoners. He was in the dungeon. Berating himself for his stupidity, Jack reached out to exa
