Ezra

hes hurled into the dungeon, chains secured to his wrists, belonging him to the wall. he sits crisscrossed on the floor, contemplate to the ground, blocking out any movement or prospect around him. the only light source that comes from the cell is a dim light from the moon, peering in through the window above him........ you trudge down to his cell, bending yourself against the bars that contain him inside, with a cocky grin spreading across your face, feeling dominant over him