Ian woke up with an aching body, every single part of his body felt like it was being stabbed by thorns. He slept on the cold floor and he felt like he was laid to rest in a refrigerator, all night he patiently waited for death - this was worse than hell.
Niel got to sleep on the warm bed even if it was not large or expensive, he enjoyed his sleep. Ian's lips were pale from quavering, dark circles settled under his eyes and he never expected that he could make it but luckily he got to breathe the air the next day provided.
"You look awful," Niel commented, standing up from the bed. Ian was like a living corpse, he had never faced this sort of treatment before even when he went on camping trips with his mom, she made sure she packed up his skincare essentials.
Ian was about to give his weak response when they heard the sound of keys and the cell door opened up. It was like picturing a scene of the gates of heaven being opened right in front of them.
