~ Damon ~

- - - - - THREE DAYS LATER - - - - -

“Good morning, my son,” Hugo chimed as he swung the cell gate open, waking Damon up from his exhausted rest. “How was your sleep?”

Damon groaned groggily and pried his eyes open. He didn’t know what day it was or if it was night or day. Hugo kept him inside the dark cell, chained to the wall. His clothes were ragged and torn and his body was severely dehydrated. Every once in a while, a guard would come in to give him ...