Sean Daniel was trapped in the cramped iron cage with nowhere to hide.
Ice-cold water sprayed over him, and the water gushing from the pipe was pressurized, scouring the wounds on his body so that all the injuries that had started to scab flared up in pain.
The guard yelled at him to take off his clothes.
Sean Daniel knew this was a bath before he met the boss who'd captured him.
That boss was probably someone with a serious cleanliness fetish.
After roughly ten minutes of hosing, the guard looked at the man in the cage; most of the grime on his body had been washed off.
The guard shoved a towel in through the bars, letting Sean Daniel wipe the water off his body.
Then the guard handed over a clean set of clothes to Sean Daniel and told him to change.
Sean Daniel glanced at the label on the collar—some fast-fashion brand. Giving a prisoner clothes like these meant their boss wasn't short on cash and even had some taste.
