The lights were closed. The rays of light had been brutally denied entrance and the man stood in the middle of the room, his wrists tied tightly in the same manner as his legs. His ankles broken and bruised, while the dipped in wolfsbane ropes burned his skin. His head was facing the ground and he didn't even bother to open his eyes as he knew he had been imprisoned in an endless darkness. His breathing was stable and slow as he felt his throat get drier and drier. He hadn't had a sip of water in hours and standing in the same position for such a long time was staring to hurt his joints and bones.