He woke to the
of water hitting stone floor. The roof leaked a little.
The only light came from a crack under the door. He was cold. He wasn’t entirely sure who he was. He knew he’d been there for a long time and that food would come, through a tiny chute in the door. Not much, but enough to keep him alive. The only way out was through the door, but it never opened.
Outside, a guard tapped her foot in boredom. A key hung on the wall behind her and a clock
ticked away the time.
Soon her shift would be over and she would go home to her family, maybe grab a coffee on her way.
She didn’t know why he was there any more than he did. She was just following instructions. The difference was that she never wondered.