"Enter!"
BAM!
The guard hurled a prisoner through the tiny hole in the thick wall— a male whose clothes hung in tatters, body painted in bruises, cuts, and dried blood. He crashed onto the filthy floor, gasping, trembling, his skin slick with sweat and grime. The guard followed him inside, the faint glow from the corridor dying as the door shut, leaving them in oppressive darkness.
"Mmff! Aaammm!!!" the prisoner screamed through his gag, his voice cracking with terror and disbelief.
The air in that chamber was thick, choking, as if alive with decay. Heat radiated from unseen vents, wrapping around him like the breath of some buried beast. The stench—of rotting flesh, blood, and sweat—was unbearable. It clawed at the back of his throat until he gagged. In that darkness, stripped of sound and hope, he felt he had fallen into the deepest layer of hell itself.
