"I cannot help but notice that you are starting to enjoy this kind of torture," James said. His body was leaning on the cold cement wall of the dark room with his arms folded in front of his chest. He watches the scene in front of him with a flicker in his eyes that says he is enjoying it as well.
"Don't tell me you are not enjoying it," Jacob replied as he glanced beside him. They were both wearing suits that don't suit well with their environment. The room, though spacious, was cold, dark, and filthy. The only light you would see is the black cone-shaped industrial light hanging from the ceiling.
"I didn't say that," James shrugged his shoulders then he unfolded his arms and placed his hands in his pockets.
