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Daniel struggles as a cloth his placed over his eyes and tied around the back of his head. Alas, he can do nohting -- especially when he's lifted and slung over someone's shoulder.
He's not sure how long or how far he went but soon he was back on the ground, the ropes were cut, and a door was whooshing shut behind him. He is still, trying to collect himself. The right side of his face is still throbbing, and he can already feel one eye being forced to squint from the swelling. He finally sits up, relieved at the chance to stretch his aching muscles, and glances around the room.
Gray. Everything. The murky, unsanitary gray you get from unwashed white socks or a collection of dust. There is a bed in the corner, equally gray and smelling like someone else's sweat, vomit and he doesn't want to think about what else. There is nothing besids that bed on the floor or walls, but mounted on four corners of the ceiling are four cameras, pointing Down. Daniel stares up at them, scowling, then leans against the wall and curls up into a ball. He can't even find a seam where the door would be. He's trapped, and he knows it.
But if he cries, someone will catch it on tape. And he doesn't want to give Drath that victory so easily.
He's not sure how long or how far he went but soon he was back on the ground, the ropes were cut, and a door was whooshing shut behind him. He is still, trying to collect himself. The right side of his face is still throbbing, and he can already feel one eye being forced to squint from the swelling. He finally sits up, relieved at the chance to stretch his aching muscles, and glances around the room.
Gray. Everything. The murky, unsanitary gray you get from unwashed white socks or a collection of dust. There is a bed in the corner, equally gray and smelling like someone else's sweat, vomit and he doesn't want to think about what else. There is nothing besids that bed on the floor or walls, but mounted on four corners of the ceiling are four cameras, pointing Down. Daniel stares up at them, scowling, then leans against the wall and curls up into a ball. He can't even find a seam where the door would be. He's trapped, and he knows it.
But if he cries, someone will catch it on tape. And he doesn't want to give Drath that victory so easily.