I woke from unconsciousness, eyes scanning the room. Several small cages with iron bars sat empty except for one. The broken man Channing dragged and held captive lay motionless on the red stained floor across from me. I saw clearly the features that were hidden before. His body was slender with an athletic build, square jawline, hair brownish red with a light wave at the tips.
“Can you hear me?” I whispered to no response. “Listen, you're in danger. We both are. You have to get up and run.” I hoped in vain the stranger would rise to his feet and save me from my damnation.