"This is bullshit!"
Thomas threw a simple-looking bowel, one that was filled with weird liquid that looked like a mashed potato mixed with sh*t. He was inside a tight cell, built with cold and damp small rocks, without any care to appearance or design.
The place wasn't more than ten metres in length and three in width. Its floor was like the ceiling and walls, built of rough rocks that got aligned together with a black material. Even the ground wasn't smooth, with many sharp rock edges, making it hard to even walk inside this place.
There was a single bed, made out of iron rods, with a harsh mattress that was filled with fleas.
This place was like a shithole, even though it smelled like one. Thomas was kept here for three days now, eating and drinking nothing but this weird food that tasted like sh*t.
He was angry. Since they came here, they heard about what happened back at their SA, and they became a prime suspect! Especially him and Lucy.
