Imagine sitting in a dark padded cell, a small sliver of light comes through the bottom, but quickly dissipates in the monstrous room, leaving only a telltale sign of where you were brought in.
Nothing to do but sit with your own thoughts for a long while. A form fitted leather muzzle pulls tight against your maw, making speech past a mumble impossible as you rock your arms back and forth to try and escape from your canvas prison. After a few minutes you realize the leather and canvas jacket is too strong for you to break, so you wiggle over to the wall and lean back on it, drawing in air speedily through your nose, as the muzzle doesn't let you take air in through your mouth.
The door opens and a blinding light turns the cell into day, casting shadows of your restrained body against the soft walls and floor. Were they letting your out, or was it time for more torment?

Commission for  fuzzyjack