~Victor POV~
I could hear the footsteps and muffled conversation of the guards behind the steel door of what I suspected was my holding cell. I knew that I was not alone. I could sense two other men were standing post inside the holding cell itself, though I could not see them from my vantage point. I was handcuffed to a metallic chair that was screwed into the concrete floor. The room was a moderate-sized room with brick walls and no windows. I imagine I was somewhere underground based on the exposed pipes and the rushing noise of water going through them. I have been here for the last twenty-six hours and, though I was a prisoner, I have been handled with relative care and attention, as my captives made sure I received toilet breaks and bottled water to drink. I assumed that was for two
