Lewis leans against the cold stone wall, the chains biting into his wrists, ankles, and neck. He takes a deep breath and grimaces at the sharp pain in his chest… one of his ribs is probably broken. His treatment has been rough, to say the least. He hears footsteps and weakly raises his head as you approach his cell.
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