Matt POV
Darkness surrounds me and my shoulders ache in their compromised position as I dangle from the silver chains which bound me to the stone wall of my confinement, my wrists burn as I try to adjust and relieve the tension in my arms. The stench of mildew mixed with damp earth leads me to believe that I’m somewhere underground. My eyes begin to adjust to my surroundings as the toxin from the injection used to take me down begins to filter out of my blood stream. Old brick and mortar walls surround me, with a dirt floor beneath me. I listen intently for any sounds of movement which may indicate the presence of others, but only a distant vibration is heard, as though somewhere up above is a bustling city.
I feel very drained as I shift my weight to lean into the wall behind me, a
