Freedom. He blinked at the random thought. Must mean something to somebody. It was nothing, here in the dark, the bricks cold and hard against his back, underneath him. The darkness was all consuming, empty. Loneliness ate his faltering courage.
The lock rattled at the top of the stairs, sending his heart leaping into his throat. “Hello? Will you talk to me?”
He cringed at the pleading note in his voice, clamped his lips closed on the words desperate to tumble out. He swallowed hysterical laughter. He’d spent days, weeks—could be years—down there, without a word from another soul. Would he die down there with no one to know but his captor?
Tears fell hot on his face, startling him. He hadn’t cried in a long time. When had that been? Oh, not a good memory…