He can feel it.

Feel the way the chains grate against the pale skin on his wrist, now raw and bleeding due to the long forgotten struggle. He had realised long ago that any attempt at escape was anything but futile. He could feel the way the talisman was restricting any movement he made an effort to move his jet-black arm. He could no longer remember the way it felt to be warm, only the cold cobblestone floor of the unforgiving cell he was confined in. All he was able to do was think.

Why?