Dylan POVA couple of days had already past and I hadn't seen anyone at all but the guard sent to give me a drink of water. The cell I was in was damp, cold water dropped from the outside onto the stone floor and caused the noise to echo throughout the room. It was haunting. I hadn't noticed too much the last time I was down there, because I had Carlos, but now, now I had no one, if I didn't get out soon I would end up going insane. Like the king had demanded, my wrists were tightly connected to the wall with thick silver cuffs, I couldn't move my arms at all and so any time I was given water it had to be fed to me. I hadn't eaten the entire time I'd been down there, and because of it, my stomach felt hollow, and radiated a small cramping pain every time it would rumble. Around my ankles, the same cuffs as my wrists were placed, however they were simply connected to each other by a short, thick, and heavy chain. There was a small bucket placed to the side of me to use as a toilet, I
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