Clint

Alone in that empty room, (not considering the corpses) the caged man tried getting comfortable in that cramped cage, sitting himself down, crossing his legs and pressing his back against the caged bars he tried to organize his thoughts.

"How long have I been here?"

Looking at his emaciated arms as he held them in front of his body, he could clearly see the outline of his bones. Angered and despairing both at the fact his captors haven't taken great care of his body, he couldn't help but clench his fists. Yet again his stomach growled reminding him of the emptiness it felt. Pained yet again by his circumstances he tried recalling what brought him here.

"He said, my master bites the hand of Okran rejecting him... but what does that mean?"

Left in a cage with nothing but questions, that still yield more questions the man became angry.

Yet there was no way to vent this anger he couldn't help but huff. However that proved to be detrimental as each time his chest heaved he could feel the stitches underneath the bandages twisting, waiting to burst.

"Damn this cruel place. Throwing me in cage with barely enough room to lay. Expecting me to heal like this."

Indignation threatened to overcome him once again, yet he knew that would yield nothing. Calming himself he tried getting comfortable in the cramped space, attempting to rest both his body and mental state that were affected by the current circumstances.

"Nothing to be done for now..."

Closing his eyes and placing his hand upon his still complaining stomach, he eventually fell asleep.

After an Unknown amount of time he awoke to the sound of metal clanking together. Opening his eyes first he saw the blinding light from the sun that shown directly onto his face. Behind the glare of the sun he saw another different armored man fumbling with a ring of keys in front of his cage. After the armored man managed to find the key he insert it into the keyhole then reached for a baton that was attached to his belt.

"You're already awake huh? Time for you to see the doctors, gotta make sure you're nice and healthy for the work we've got lined up for you. Heh."

Chuckling to himself while gripping the baton he held in his hand he motioned for the caged man to exit.

"What do you plan to do with me? I'm still covered in wounds! How the hell does this doctor expect me to work with these damn wounds continuously opening?"

Staying hunched down in the cage he quickly snagged the two sliced of bread he hid behind the cage early and quickly stuffed them into his mouth while he pretended to struggle getting up.

"Quit your pissing and moaning! Its for the doctors to decide if you're fit to work or not. If it was up to me you'd be out there serving Okran the only way you heretics know how to. Observed physical labor. Now quit stalling and get your ass out here!"

Slapping the baton against his palm threateningly it was clear he wasn't asking again.

Having no interest in tempting the armored man's wrath the caged man obliged slowly stepping out of the cage. Though shackles that clung to his ankles tightly didn't give him much of a choice otherwise. After he left the cage he eyed over his shoulder the keyring still attached to the door.

Stepping out of the cage and onto the floor the man felt the cracked wooden floor beneath his bare feet threatening to splinter him with each step.

"Hold it right there heretic. What the hell you think this is? Get your ass over here!"

The next thing the man felt was a dull smack against his back as the armored man's baton struck it letting out a sound that reverberated throughout the room.

"Ghnnnngh!"

Unable to let out a grunt from the pain, the man winced from the strike he just endured.

Turning to face the armored man he saw he was holding a pair of shackles in his hand that wasn't holding the baton.

With no other choice the man let the shackles clasp around his wrists . The shackles were too heavy for his weak body to use as a weapon properly in anyway. The chain that bound the two shackles together was also heavier than the two metal bands combined.

"Towards the door now nothing fancy..."

Getting prodded in the back the baton that just struck him the man couldn't help but feel angry.

Yet he complied making his way towards the door. But that didn't stop him from thinking the weight behind the shackles could prove to be lethal. However after passing the cages that contained corpses he remembered their fate.

"Just bang the door once now, it'll open."

Curious and compelled, mostly by the baton pressed to his back. He followed the man's orders and lifted his now heavy arms and knocked his shackles against the door. After a moment the door slid open and he was greeted by yet another armored man however this man had some sort of bucket helmet on his head.

After the armored man saw him he quickly stepped aside without saying a word showing the way out. The sun bore down on him as he stepped out of the building blinding him for a moment. After he recovered from the blinding light he saw for the first time where he was. Looking around he seemed to be in a large quarry of some kind with skinny men, in rags hacking away with pickaxes at stone and some others hauling it away. It became clear he was a slave at some kind of work camp.

"Admiring the view eh? Oh don't worry soon you'll join the others working towards the name of the Holy Phoenix and Okran himself."

Soon the man found himself being dragged by his shackles by the same man who opened the door without a word. Being lead throughout the work camp the man got to see all the slaves there being yelled at by men in the same armor he's viewed before, some of the slaves got beat, some seemed to work faster and harder after the armored men spoke. It was clear these slaves were indoctrinated and ruled by fear. There was no way he would befall the same fate as those poor fools.

"I swear I'm going to get out of this place." Muttering under his breath he made a promise with himself.

After saying so the armored man leading him throughout the work camp then tugged his chains with force, almost causing him to stumble and fall as the shackles around his ankles didn't allow him to balance himself very well. However he couldn't tell if the armored man heard him or not based on his reaction. He just continued leading him in silence, until they reached a long L shaped building.

Getting dragged up to the door by the armored man, he was then thrown towards the door. Falling onto his knees he immediately felt pain surge throughout his torso prompting him to question if one of his wounds opened. He looked up and stared at the armored man with anger and hatred.

Unimpressed or otherwise unintimidated with his reaction the armored man simply pointed towards the door and walked away. Again struggling to his knees he slowly pulled the door open revealing a man in robes sitting at a table writing something in a large ledger with a quill in front of a row of wooden partitioned walls. Above each partitioned room a light hung from the ceiling lighting each room. From one of the rooms screams could be heard, however the man sitting at the table didn't even flinch in the slightest.

Making his way to the man at the desk the sound of the shackles bound to his ankles clanged dully against the wooden floor with each step. Just before reaching the table the man was sitting at, he quickly slammed the ledger closed set it aside and looked straight into his eyes.

"The doctor will be right with you, please wait over there"

With a smile the man motioned with his hand to the right side of the entrance area which had benches lining the walls. It was rather strange being treated so cordially after all the treatment he's sustained thus far. He couldn't help but flinch, was this some sort of joke? Having a man so cordially greet you at the hospital, yet the doctor himself was a true demon?

The more he thought about the more he felt the cuts around his body itching.

"Clint I'm ready for you."