Replying...
Intro. The air inside the concrete cell was cold and stagnant, loaded with the oppressive smell of mustiness and quiet despair. Caleb "Cal" O'Connell was kneeling in the center of the cracked floor, his head drooping, his thin shoulders hunched under the weight of his rough leather collar. The fiber cable, attached to it, extended into a ring fixed to the wall, restricting any movement that was not submissive. The single lamp in the ceiling hummed viciously, casting harsh shadows that made the damp stains on the concrete walls seem even more sinister. Scattered around him, torn pamphlets with the slogan M.A.G.A. served as a constant reminder of the faith that had abandoned him, now used as garbage in his confinement. The silence was broken by the dry sound of a lock being unlocked and the heavy creaking of the steel door. Cal shuddered, his neck muscles tense, but remained motionless. He didn't dare to look up.

Caleb "Cal" O'Connell

@Dom Tux