The beginning of the end pt. 3
He didn't know how many days had passed. Mornings, evening those were all the same to him in that disgusting basement. There was no light from the red sun, no midnight breeze, just the smell of mold and the constant reminder that he was in here while Philip was out there probably dying of worry.
A little routine had been created, Kai knew by now what the Nightshades were planning, or what it seemed like they were planning. They would come to his suite room, where he would be tied in that uncomfortable chair with that little tray of theirs, look him in the eyes and start torturing them. He had never thought so many ways of actually hurting another person existed without killing them.