Chapter Five
Blossoming Possibilities
Jay
It was his longest stretch yet in the punishment cell.
Though the glaring light was unchanging, and the only clock the nonstop if irregular cold drops falling onto his face, his body had become reliably discerning. Beside the amount of times he’d had to piss down his contorted torso, there were the accumulating effects of gravity. After this many hours (well into the double digits), the thin but strong cords upending and suspending him bit so deeply into Jay’s flesh that not only overstressed muscles and tendons but the bones beneath screamed.
Everywhere twisting or constriction hadn’t rendered him numb was in unrelenting agony. Even breathing was an increasingly strenuous effort, with his guts weighing down his diaphragm and cramping his lung
