LUCAS POV
The slam of the metal door rang through the cold cell room, and the silence that followed afterwards indicated that I was now the only one, in the cell. I could feel how loosely tied the blindfold was on my eyes and I shook my head a few times, allowing the cloth to fall to my neck.
I blinked to clear my blurry vision, and for the first times I got a glimpse of the cell I was in. It was small, like a small square box and it has nothing but a wooden chair at the centre.
The wooden chair had mites and ants, eaten off of it and it was decaying so much, it looked like it would fall to the ground. I groaned and pushed myself against the wall. Each muscles in my body ached from the beatings and tortures I had endured.
The pain was becoming unbearable and I needed some kin
