Boris
A solitary window down at the end of the grimy corridor provided the only natural light. Shackled, emaciated creatures occupied the other cells. These creatures moaned and groaned non-stop. A blackened concrete wall divided each cell with bars on the front. A stool and a bucket were the only furnishings inside the cells.
“Ooh, what in Premium Nibbles is that smell? It’s not you, is it Michel?”
“No, it’s not!”
The smell was a little rank, a lot like rotting fish mixed in with a few good rotten eggs.
Michel was thrown into his dank cell, where there was a continuous dripping of water. On the other hand, Duke put the brakes on and tried resisting.
“I shan’t go in there! I am a clean, stately dog and I will simply not spend another minute in another cell that doesn’t have insulatio
