There was banging just outside his cell door, the sound of metal against metal jolting him into a state of restlessness. He had been doing a poor job of acclimating to his new living conditions, despite the amount of time he had spent there already. Despite how hard he tried to hide it.
The hours upon hours of silence and monotony graded on his nerves. He still stiffened whenever he heard the sound of jingling keys next to his cell door.
Leo was living in his own version of hell, reliving it was a more accurate term because it all reminded him of the time he spent in his uncle's house. When Dominic would lock him up for days on end, only returning to check up on him when he wanted to inflict more pain.
