CHAPTER 33: LION IN A CAGE
He lay in the cell, naked except for a lattice of cuts and scabs that covered his flesh like old dry paint.
His ribs strained at his taught skin, and his eyes had sunk deep into their sockets. He lay in the corner, curled up in his stick thin arms and legs.
Thomas and Groethuis watched him through the glass.
“What did he do?” Thomas asked.
“Nothing.” said Groethuis “He’s not being punished.”