บท 57: Finding Cassian (2)

 Inside a dark strange looking old confinement, an unconscious figure had been heavily chained to the brick walls of the room. The rails of the window were opened, permitting streaks of sunlight to seep into the room and offer it the dimmest of lights that only focused on the young lad who was severely trapped.

The unconscious lad had his shirt ripped, as though someone had scraped his shirt off with a claw. Visible injury signs could be seen running from his naked abdomen up to his chest, the blood had dried against his glowing skin that was presently sweating, and he had bite marks that painfully displayed on his skin.

A few minutes passed by quietly and the figure remained unmoving. Suddenly, a low painful groan escaped his lips when the wound that had been inflicted on his abdomen began to tear at his flesh, it felt like his insides were being twisted and feasted on by who knows what! And the pain was on a completely new level.