Thomas's POV Pain woke him, that had been the routine since he got here, since he stepped on the wrong foot and tried wielding the kind of power that he thought he owned.But this time around, the pain was dull, from his head to every other part of his body, sinking into his bones like cold water. Thomas lay curled on the concrete floor, his face pressed against something wet that smelled like rust and old sweat. His ribs screamed when he tried to breathe. His eye throbbed, swollen shut, someone had kicked him there earlier, maybe more than once, yesterday or the day before, time had stopped making sense in this place.A boot slammed into his side.“Get up, madman.”He groaned but didn’t move fast enough. Another kick landed, harder this time, knocking the breath from his lungs. Laughter followed, a cruel laugh, he knew the owner didn’t care if he lived or died.He pushed himself up, shaking, his hands slipping on the floor. Blood dripped from his nose, splashing onto the concrete.
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