A few days passed after that day.
Donovan returned to the dim confines of his cell, and his decision had been made. Sitting on the bare floor, his fingers hovered over the metallic cuffs that were bound to his left ankle.
He could feel the faint hum of energy coursing through the device, and it was a stark reminder of the punishment awaiting him if he applied too much force. The last thing he wanted was to trigger another round of electrocution before he had even managed to crack the mechanism.
"Damn it… what do I do?" he muttered under his breath, his voice carrying a mix of frustration and unease. His hands were already faltering, lingering just inches away from the cuff.
The memory of the searing shock was still fresh. Earlier, when the prisoner had provoked him, the pain hadn't mattered in that particular moment — his anger had overpowered his reason to be cautious. But now? Now he couldn't ignore the potential agony waiting to strike.