30Big Picture TimeSoren found himself sharing cell space with a dead man. The body was propped against the far wall directly opposite him. Naked from the waist up, it looked like the man had been beaten black and blue before succumbing to a final s***h across the throat.
Fresh red blood had cascaded from the wide gash, staining his clothes and pooling on the ground, before slowing, and now only a slight dribble seeped from the cut. He hadn’t been dead long.
The digits from his right hand had been hacked off and left where they’d fallen in a random pattern around his feet. There were cuts and burns up his arms, and his pants were undone. Soren didn’t look further.
The scale of the punishment left Soren wondering what secret this man had held onto for so long that he’d deserved such treat
