Chapter 47
I see the first hint of metal glinting against the grey silver light of my telephone reflecting back when the first parch of rocky uneven walls comes to view, and narrowing my eyes at first, trying to make sense of what I am seeing, I take a few steps closer so the image unfolds before my widening eyes.
Indeed I would not like what I was about to find in here.
Because these were… cages, crudely made from a carving on the walls and metal long bars bending coating the entirety of the walls, not big enough to hide even the end wall from my small patch of light, a crude medieval jail with a bucket for a bathroom, but clearly still able to function as it intended to be used.
And clearly used recently at that.
Pieces of cloth still hanging from the brought by force subjects, blood splatters over walls and floor, not as dry as I would have wished, and the stench of uncleaned buckets making my nose twitch and itch.
And bodies, bodies everywhere.