"Didn't I died?" Stephen mumble slowly while opening his eye. "why my body is hurting? Am I in the hospital?" Stephen was in confusion about where he was or did he died but soon he got a bit stunned after seeing the surroundings and his condition. He was in an unknown room, getting heavy chained on necks and hands. Stephen got terrified and quickly move his head to look around. He was in a dark and cold place, with a lot of wounds around his body. Along with that, Stephen heard the different noises of people. Some of them are cryings, screaming, shouting like they were in great pain. Also, the sounds of laughing and mocking of different peoples.

"Am in Hell?" Stephen couldn't think about what's going on, what is happening, where he was, and why he was tied up like this. He struggles to lose himself but the chains were tight enough to make a wound in the wrist. And the more he moves, the more chains get tighten on his neck and hands, making him feel suffocated and pitiful.

"What the heck is this, the pain feels so real," Max stops struggling after trying for some time.

After a few hours, he heard a steeping sound coming toward his cell. He acts to be unconscious.

"wake up dirty bag,". a strange man voice

" tch, why we have to be one giving these dirty bastards food," another man voice.

"shut up and wake him up,".

One of a man kicked Stephen but he still didn't give them a response.

" Ah he won't wake up, let's finished this hurry," Man B.

"You are such an idiot, do you forget we have to feed this guy especially. It's an order from a higher up," Man A.

" F**k with this," Man B.

One of the men bring the bucket of ice water and splash on Stephen.

"What the f**k are you doing?" Stephen quickly opens his eyes, screaming at them with anger.

"huh? this bastard knows how to speak," They look at each other with a bit of surprise.

"haha man, I thought he was deaf and mute. He never responded to anything until now," they both starting to make fun of Stephen and laughing.

"Eat this up if you can hear or speak,"

They threw two slices of bread on the floor and stepped on it. One of the men picked up the bread and feed Stephen forcefully.

"Dirt like you have to eat this kind of food. Be generous that we are feeding your kind," They didn't stop laughing.

"cough cough," Stephen was feeling angry and wanted to beat those guys but he wasn't in a good situation. He doesn't know what's happening or where he was. He clenches his finger, glaring at those men.

"Look, this dirtbag seems to have a temper," Man A

"How dare a mere slave from losing country can glare at us," Man B.

"shush~lets teach him a lesson," that man takes out the whip and starts whipping Stephen.

"The heck is wrong with you people. Why are you whipping me?" Stephen shouted and grind his teeth. Those men didn't stop or responded to Stephen's question. They continue whipping Stephen until the ground starts to be a tiny pond of Stephen's blood but Stephen didn't scream in pain or shed a single tear.

Those two went after taking their time with Stephen. Stephen breathes slowly and looks at the blood on the ground. He was feeling terrible pain and still in dilemma, he saw the tiny reflection of his face on the blood of the ground and was too much surprised.

"that's not me. Who is this guy?," Suddenly, Stephen got the heavy head pain and lost consciousness on the spot.