Break Out

[Massimo’s POV]

I sit in a corner with my eyes closed and my head resting against the rough wall behind me. The coolness from it soothes the headache that is threatening to overtake me from lack of nutrients since being locked up.

That was one thing the syndicate made sure of. If their prisoners were to escape, they would be too fucking weak to stand a chance in a fight.

All around, I can hear the yells and howls of those who are also in this hell with me, and I find myself wondering exactly how long most of them have been here.

Days? Months? Years?

Since my arrival, time has ceased to exist, and a good amount of time could have passed, and I would never know the difference.

Sighing, I snap my eyes open and look toward the bars of my cell.

I couldn’t help but wonder how Migel was doing. Had he managed to achieve the mission I sent him to do? And if he had, where the fuck was he?

Anger flaring, I consider reaching out and finding him, but stop as the sound of rushing feet echos around