"You swine!How long do you plan to keep me cooped up in here?!" Colin yelled from within his metal cage, running his fingers through his dark brown, wavy hair that just touched his shoulders. His prison wasn't big enough to stand up in and barely big enough to stretch out across. Colin could sit up, but standing was out of the question. He felt like a caged animal, awaiting a sentence ... or slaughter.

"Be quiet, you!" an ugly guard with bad breath and long, stringy hair ...