♔ Flynn (P.O.V.)
Eight Years Ago
Sitting on the floor of the decrepit room with only a pair of shorts to warm his skin brings a whole new meaning to cold. The small yet large concrete room swirls the chill of the air around almost like a mist, chilling his young body even more. The breeze that blew even further onto his buzz-cut scalp sent chills down his spine.
Silver chains clang around as other occupants shuffle around in their confined space. Screams of agony and howls of sorrow leap throughout the air. The sour smell of old blood and urine dance through the air.
Due to the silver cuffs looped around his wrists and chained to the wall, he has a very limited range of movement. The silver singes his skin where they consistently rub, making them raw and almost bloody. Every time he mo
