37. CURSED

~ Damon ~ - - - - - THREE DAYS LATER - - - - - “Good morning, my son,” Hugo chimed as he swung the cell gate open, waking Damon up from his exhausted rest. “How was your sleep?” Damon groaned groggily and pried his eyes open. He didn’t know what day it was or if it was night or day. Hugo kept him inside the dark cell, chained to the wall. His clothes were ragged and torn and his body was severely dehydrated. Every once in a while, a guard would come in to give him food and water. There was also a bucket in the corner of the room where he could relieve himself. Still, this was no condition for a man like Damon to be in. This was disgusting and degrading. Damon would rather die than to be kept alive like this. But it seemed like Hugo had other ideas. He purposefully wanted to keep Damon alive, though he didn’t know why. “Oh, come on, don’t look at me like that,” Hugo laughed as Damon glared viciously at him.  Damon knew Hugo was toying with his emotions on purpose. But what was it that h