Chapter 38: Drake Cinder

Ryder I lay on the cot style bed that the little devil imp set up in my cell. I guess I should be thankful that I am not sleeping on the cold slate floor. With my left arm tucked under my head I stare up at the coal black ceiling reflecting back on everything that happened before I let myself fall into hell. Could I have fought harder? Is there something I should have done differently? The guilt I felt at the thought of letting Demi down was sickening. I fight to keep the thought of Ares having her out of my mind. I have to keep a clear head if I am going to find a way out of here. I entertain myself by imagining all the ways I am going to torture that motherfucker when I am finally able to get my hands on him. I haven’t been able to eat for the last three days, give or take a day or two. It feels like I have been here a lot longer than three days though. I’m not so sure if it’s safe to eat the food the pudgy little imp provides, but if I want to keep my strength and make my way back t