AUTHORS POV~
He sat still on the cold hard bench, the cold metal of the restraints holding his skinny hands together. The room was dark, with the only source of light being the dimly lit bulb on the ceiling that was barely able to illuminate the area it was positioned But you could still make out his grey bushy hair, his dry dark lips, and sunken brown eyes.
He had almost forgotten how long he had been here, all he knew was that now and again his restraints were released and he would be brought food.