38. FORCED

~ Damon ~ - - - - - TWO DAYS LATER - - - - - More days had passed and Damon was still kept in the same dungeon under the same circumstances. Once a day, he’d have someone bring him food and water. It was only stale bread and water, but that was better than nothing. Then at night, the basement would get very cold, but he wasn’t allowed any blankets or jackets. Damon had to endure the extremities in his torn up shirt and pants. There was dried blood everywhere, mud stains and dust, and not to mention, he smelled like shit because they don’t really clean the bucket too. Being kept in this situation should do a lot of damage to a person’s mental health, but instead of suffering, Damon was thriving. His mind was as sharp as ever. Sometimes he’d pretend to be asleep when actually, he was eavesdropping on the guards’s conversation. He learned how many men were guarding the compound and what Hugo’s movements were like. Hugo was still in the house and he made no plans to leave. That must mean h