Huey was staring silently in the darkness.
His arms and feet were binding by heavy dark chains that continued to bite his marred skin. A robust steel collar held his neck. And tubular wirings connected into various parts of his body.
He was spread out across the rough wall, with his arms stretched apart, and his head lowered. His messy black hair had grown slightly longer during the unknown time he had spent there. The black strands fell loosely, reaching his neck and framing his face.
It was one of those less frequent times when he was truly awake, recovered from the numbing and sedation effects of the drugs and chemicals.
There were enhanced sedatives to neurotransmitter suppression. Some of which Huey had grown to recognise their use, type and function.
Constantly Huey was incapacitated by these, enough so there was a blur between the lines of his perception of reality and hallucinations. It was immensely suffocating and torturous.