Meanwhile in the prison where Marcus was held captive, he can hear rustles of chains as he felt his arms being pulled above his head and his feet can’t feel anything below him where he can stand.
But when he opened his eyes, he can’t see anything but blackness and blotches of light seeping from the holes of the sack that’s covering his head but that wasn’t enough for him to be able to see clearly.
“Where am I? how long have I been unconscious?” He asked himself, as he winced from the pain on his wrist that feels like burning from how tight the rope is, along with his own weight that pulling himself down, increasing the pain.
The door began to creak and this made Marcus alert, and footsteps are coming closer until he can feel whoever that person is in front of him. The person yanks th
