Dimitri's POV 

They brought me food three times a day.

Breakfast was usually bread and eggs, lunch was rice and vegetables, dinner was meat and potatoes.

The food was good, better than I expected, and there was always plenty of water.

But I was not satisfied, I was not comfortable. I wanted to leave this basement.

The walls felt like they were closing in on me. The air felt thick and heavy, I could not breathe properly down here.

Every time the guards came with food, I tried to talk to them, I tried to ask them to let me out.

"Please," I would say. "I need to leave this...