Another short chapter, so I got up two in quick succession… enjoy… and the usual disclaimer still applies…
Michael comes to in a dark, damp dungeon where he is tied to a table. As he gazes around the room an overly tan man with shockingly bleached white hair enters the room. He looks Michael over, and begins cleaning his wounds. Michael sucks in a breath as the white haired guy sponges off a particularly tender spot. "Where am I?"
The white haired guy responds in a really raspy voice. "The Pit of Despair...don't even think..." He starts to hack, cough and even kind of gag, before clearing his throat and continuing on in a normal voice. "Don't even think about trying to escape. The chains are far too thick. And don't dream of being rescued either, the only way in is secret. Only the Chief Special Operative, his second in command, Sugar… that's me," he pointed to himself with a cocky grin. " know how to get in and out."
"Then I'm here 'till I die?" Michael asked.
Sugar shrugged nonchalantly. "'Till they kill you, yeah."
"Then why bother curing me?" wondered Michael in all seriousness.
"Well, the Chief Special Operative and the Second in Command always insist on everyone being healthy before they're broken." Stated Sugar while continuing to sponge off Michael's wounds.
"So it's to be torture." Michael stated as Sugar nonned at him happily. "I can cope with torture." He continued stoically as sugar began vigorously shaking his head no. "You don't believe me?"
Sugar gave him a pitying smile. "You survived the fire-swamp, you must be very brave. But nobody withstands the machine." He stated nodding at a massive piece of equipment on the opposite side of the room.
To be continued….