Since I have been trapped in this small cell, kept chained like a rabid animal to the dirty floor and left in the never ending darkness, my senses have increased exponentially, especially my hearing. I can hear the key as it slides into the lock, and the tiny mechanisms inside the door click and groan as it’s turned. The handle jerks heavily as the door is thrown open and thuds against the wall behind it. It's so loud that I can't help but cringe. It’s been days since anyone visited me and the sudden noise was awful and painful.
“What do you want this time, Declan?” I said with a coldness that both impressed and disturbed me.
I can tell that it's him by the heaviness of his footsteps and the unmistakable smell. Once the smell of vanilla and brown sugar was alluring, delectable even, I
