THE CELL WAS SPINNING. Everything was turning upside-down as Oscar opened his eyes. Nothing seemed right. His wound had healed, but his body ached from the intense fight.
As he lethargically moved his body, it came to him that his head had been hanging off the edge of the bed. Everything in his cell seemed to be in its proper place except for him.
He chuckled softly at the thought.
"The golden boy has finally woken up!" announced the prisoner on his right.
In just a few seconds, a small commotion formed in front of his cellar when all the other prisoners went out of their cages and rushed to him.
Oscar closed his eyes again. The crowd was dizzying him more, but then, somehow, it made him feel good too. He didn’t realise how much he missed being a superstar until he was the centre of a
