Richie clawed at the stone walls, ripping his fingernails and gouging deep, dirty, bloody tracks in his fingertips, but it was no use; he was well and truly trapped.
The room was cold, damp, and dark; a single shaft of murky sunlight streamed in through a barred window six-feet up the wall. A mouldy mattress sat in the corner; it was stained with blood, urine, and God-knows-what.
Richie yelped as the big iron door creaked open; he tried to make a run for it and fell face-first to the cold stone floor, the metal of his shackles digging into his ankle. His captor regarded him with some amusement, tugging his drooping manhood with a drooling leer. He tossed something sticky and furry into Richie’s face and told him to eat up, to keep his strength up, and promptly left him in the dark with only that bludgeoned rat for company.
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