The cell was pitch black; the silence inside was only broken by the occasional sound of a drop of moisture hitting the floor. The cold and uneven floor made it unbearable to stand on it; every feature of the room was designed to increase the stress of those who reside in it.
Perhaps, a well-trained person could withstand long-term isolation in such a cell. After all, without additional torture, nothing there was outside the most basic parameters of the interrogation methods in clandestine prisons used by the army.
To the misfortune of the person residing in said cell, he had neither the training nor the conviction. It had been only a day since he had been locked up here, and his mind was already showing signs of deterioration, though perhaps the poison in his system had contributed a lot to his condition.
