Lux

Being stuck in this cell is incredibly dreary.

They seem to be playing like a "good cop, bad cop" type of game. Michael was the bad cop and Stefan was the good cop. Stefan took away my shackles and showed me where the cot was in this cell. He insisted that with every meal I was given a warm drink and water.

The meals were subpar, most of the time it was a bland oatmeal. The water tasted bad and the warm drink I got was normally warm water with honey and lemon. It's ...