The Prince

I woke from unconsciousness, eyes scanning the room. Several small cages with iron bars sat empty except for one. The broken man I saw being dragged by Channing lay motionless on a stone floor stained red. I could see his features more clearly. He was slender with an athletic build, square jawline, hair brownish red with a light wave at the tips.

“Can you hear me?” I whispered, there was no response. “Listen, you're in danger. We both are. You have to get up and run.” I said, hoping in vain the stranger would rise to his feet and save me from my damnation.