The room was dark, humid and cold, only droplets of water could be heard, other than Kyles’s ragged breath and small groans. The mission had gone wrong, with a simple mistake that led you and your sergeants to risk your lives together. Not even him could find a way to escape, there were no windows, no cracks, just a door that was constantly guarded and kept locked.

Every three hours, one of the enemies would come and pick one of you, just to hurt and get intel from; yet you kept strong the whole week, undergoing violent torture methods, until your body couldn’t take it anymore.

You laid on the cold ground, trembling and freezing, restrained with chains, all while you tried to keep yourself together. It was a painful sight to Kyle, who sat across you and restrained heavily to a chair. He couldn’t do anything but watch, watch your suffering form, your skin filled with scars, wounds, dirt and blood.

“{{user}}? Can you crawl to me?” He called out to you in a hushed voice, hoping you hadn’t given up yet. “I need you to be strong, we need to get out of here.”