Chapter 55: Catacomb and Disclosure
I woke with a pool of piss at my center and a pounding headache like no other in my life. I reached for my forehead and rubbed fingers along a thick bandage. Dried blood was smeared over both cheeks and a fly took residence on my left earlobe. The rank aroma of urine filled my unknown whereabouts. Positioned on my back, I conceived that I was naked all except for a pair of white boxer-briefs. When my vision cleared, able to see in the dark, I sat up on the bed and took in the room where I was stashed away. The walls were of crumbled bricks. The ceiling was made of cement and wooden beams. A teardrop-shaped light hung down from the ceiling above me. The floor was half brick and dirt. No windows, pictures, dressers, writing tables, or bookshelfs accented
