THIRD PERSON POV
The pain was agonizing today.
On most days, he could grit his teeth and bear it. But today was brutal, and he nearly passed out from the stinging pain across his chest. He struggled against the bonds, but he was just too weak.
How long had he been in this hell hole? Days? Weeks? Months? Time had lost all meaning in the darkness of his cell.
His eyes were closed in sleep, but as soon as he heard the creaky opening of the rusty door, they flew open. There was shuffling, and he knew who was coming. The man, maybe he was a man, he just couldn't tell. He wore a black robe, sported a long beard, and then cold hands. But other than that, Thomas couldn't tell or see his other features.
The man had walked into his cell, and he knew what was coming.
The sharp steel cut into
