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Prologue
In the corner of a small concrete cell sits a hunched over figure of a man whose arms are securely bound behind his back.
He has lost all sense of time since arriving here.
All he knows is that he woke up in this place and that some time must have passed without his awareness. A few days at least judging by the amount of stubble that he can run his tongue over.
As near as he can tell, the cell is a cube, roughly two meters wide by two meters long, probably the same in height, bare of any decoration, the floor slopes to a tiny drainage hole in the center, there are no sounds except that of his own breathing.
The walls and floor are made of concrete, any sharp edges that may have been there, have long since been smoothed over. Which is one small mercy.
Bad enough he is cold and naked (who knows where his clothes are now) but to be cold naked and bleeding because of sharp edges would be insult to injury.
He has long since lost feeling in his arms, thanks to the bindings that he can feel rubbing against the small of his back, keeping his hands securely fastened together at waist level. He flexes his fingers in a vain attempt to encourage circulation every now and then.
His ankles are held by heavy manacles, a secure chain between them stops him from separating his legs any further than shoulder width.
More troubling is the fact that he has had no sensation whatsoever from between his legs since waking up.
Looking down again with eyes that are now accustomed to the almost total darkness he can just about make out the long, thick cylindrical device protruding straight out from between his legs.
It is securely attached to his groin by the harness secured about his waist and thighs, a thick cable that trails from under the steel door disappears into the top of the cylinder, effectively serving as a leash to keep him from moving too far.
It's purpose he can only guess at.
Just looking at the damn thing sends shivers up and down his spine every time.
He knows he will eventually find out, calm certainty has long since replaced adrenaline fueled fear.
He screamed himself hoarse on the first day.
