Chapter Twenty-two
LIFE IS THE TWO FACES ON A COIN.
For Alamal Yakeen, who was the tail-face on this coin, and had been through the worst thing there ever could be ever since his arrival at the Black site; life has been so unfair. He’d seen the ugliest of nightmares only few could dream of in his short time here. Had felt such throes in likelihood to Hell’s sufferers. Even worse, had suffered the pangs comparable to that of death.
Upon landing here, he’d been placed in solitary confinement in a 4×4 cell; with no light, not enough elbow room to try as much as stretch, not very much air, but the little afforded by the squared hole at the bottom of the cell. No water, no food. And no clothes, either. And since no one can tell how much of that the body can take, it’s often crossed his min
