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The hair at the back of my neck stood as I got up to have a clearer view of my surroundings, the air was damp and the water dripping quietly from the ceiling at a corner was all the evidence I needed to confirm that this was underground; an underground prison.

There was no furniture in sight except the iron table smelted into the ground that held different sizes of what I could assume were torture tools. Most of the ground was covered in dried blood, my face scrunched in disgust from the mere thought of how I laid on the ground before.

I looked at Mr. Prisoner, he sat comfortable on the dirty floor like it was home and didn’t care about the rat in the corner eating from his food; stale food.

“You led me here on purpose?” I didn’t want to stay here any longer. My eyes kept looking at the back of the cell where his make-shift toilet was.

“I should have done it earlier but it looks like you have been busy,” he still had a smile on his face despite his embarrassing situation.

“No
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