(Issac POV )
Hell is a place that is often described in fiction books. Yes, there is no devil with horns. But through the bars, which have significant gaps, I can see a throne that is carved in dark red lines. In it sits a person whom I hate with every fibre of my being. My hands are chained to the top corner of the cage. My chest is heaving with the pain I feel in my wrists. Every muscle in my body is tensed so tightly that faint waves of pain run through my tiny body. Beads of sweat fall from my forehead, and exhaustion occupies my thoughts.
"Issac, don't sleep." A man's voice is heard nearby.
It is followed by a loud bang with a metal pipe through the bars, causing a solid sound that forces my eyes to open wider and sleep once again escapes from my mind. How much time has passed? A
