chilly.

When I first opened my eyes, I felt a cold sensation that penetrated my skin. With my lungs burning as if the air had teeth, I took a deep breath. My vision wavered for a moment before the scene became clear.

stone walls. moisture. Lines of mold are growing. Glow from iron torches. With a hefty rope dangling from a metal hook, my hands were raised overhead, bound firmly. My toes hardly touched the ground.

A prison.

An actual one.

I just stared for a while, my mind not ...