The darkness in the room was so blinding that it was impossible to tell what time of day it was. Without his weapon, Jake had no way of escaping from the enclosure. He tried to test the strength of the handcuffs by tugging at the steel, only to bruise his wrist. As a magic caster he had precious little in terms of physical strength and this made it impossible for him to break such durable objects with raw physical power.
“Is anyone there? Where the hell am I?” Jake screamed on top of his lungs.
The only reply he heard was from his own voice, which kept echoing in the looming darkness of that cold metal enclosure. He had no way to ascertain how long he had been there. After a great deal of mindless screaming his throat became sore and he felt needles pricking at the insides of his mouth.
