CRIMSON
Sliver-coated chains held me fast, digging into my skin. It was dark. Usually, with my night vision, I would be able to see clearly.
Except, whatever poison they had hit me with, coupled with the fact that I was hanging upside down, had my vision wavering and hazy at best.
I smelt the cold and dampness before I began to feel it.
A small cell with no windows and a metal door surrounded me. I heard nothing, smelt nothing. I wiggled in the chains and my body swung in the open air. I was strung upside down, feet and hands bound by the restraints of the cool metal that wrapped around my body like a cocoon. I had been here for a while, by the feeling of the building pressure in my head and eyes, most likely due to blood pooling in my brain from my hanging position.
I grit my
