Tuck collapsed in his cell, pain radiating through his stomach.
The door of the cell closed and locked with a buzz behind him.
"One meal a day," the guard said. "The bucket for your excrement. Get settled, because you'll never be taking a step outside that cell again."
Tuck stood to his feet. He wore the prison's clothes now, which at least saved him from any further embarrassment.
They were made of thin white linens, and he was also given a pair of dirty brown slippers.
There were no windows in the cell. No lights.
It seemed he once had a roommate, but now all that was left was a bloody brown stain on the mattress.
Tuck sat down on it, away from the stain, and stared at the wall. There wasn't much else to look at anyways.
Everything was starting to go wrong already.
Kael had been the wrong choice to send to the prisons. Now he was off in another room being interrogated, or even worse, tortured.
