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Ben Daniels was starving. His cell, a small 7-by-7 room, felt smaller all the time. The walls were a decaying brick, the floors a dusty and unpainted wood. Ben would know. He'd been in this godforsaken little room for almost a week.
There was no human contact. When they felt like it, they shoved food and water into a little cat flap too small for anything larger than his hand to slide though. The water came in a bowl. Like an animal.
Ben fell back, his head hitting the wall. It was beginning to look like he would never escape.