Chapter 30: The Dorian Collective

The Tunnel Cell

A persistent drip trickled somewhere at his back, near the far wall. It consumed his entire focus, so much so that his right eye twitched to its metronomic blip. They had him cuffed and blindfolded when they brought him to this place–wherever this place was–which kept him from rubbing away the spasm. Instead, he faced forward through a narrow series of rusting bars fashioned awkwardly into a jail cell and settled his breathing in hopes it would simply go away. 

A tributary of dirty water crept across the floor through the legs of his chair, pruning the pads of his toes and filling the entire cavernous room with a dense sour smell. From the top of his head to the exposed skin under his feet, the rank set into everything and forced Endo into a gag that sprung on him every few minutes.