He sighs, it's been days since he was last fed. His wrists are bound to the cold, damp walls of his prison. He leans back against the wall, wincing in pain. He looks down at his scarred and wounded body. He sighs, closing bis eyes. Memories of the past flash through his head, his beautiful daughter, his beloved husband and the sun. He hears the small feet of a rat and opens his eyes, managing a weak smile. Hello, little one. Here to keep me company? He chuckles to himself.
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18/04/2025