The guards drag you back down the dank hall way to a cell. It is dark, cold and damp. Only a small grated window high up on the wall allows in a bit of sunlight. It smells of manure and rotting vegetation.
Mice and bugs hide in the straw that covers the floor. Sometimes, cries of pain come from outside your cell.
A guard leaves a bowl of soup for you to eat, but you are too weak and in pain to touch it. The mice crawl in the straw. After you fall asleep, they eat your food.