The smell surrounding the man lying on that gloomy floor was unpleasant. Although he was not yet dead, his body had developed wounds infected by dirt and aggravated by humidity due to his immobility. Not even the rats approached him anymore.
"I have given you a little demonic energy all this time. I have prolonged your life, turning it into torture. Tomorrow you will die.
Silence. The silence stretched out, allowing the distant voices of some prisoners, the rats, and some sounds of unknown origin to be heard.
"I don't even feel like laughing anymore." Ha ha ha. Sorry, I suddenly remembered something funny. You know that, right? I've been here for centuries, what's one more? If you're not willing to agree to my terms, I'll just let you die.
...
The hours passed, and the dying man's fading consciousness grew weaker and weaker.
The demon who sensed this let out a sigh.
"How boring you are," murmured the voice.
