Bearclaw Valley flat horror

Thoughts of escape crossed Abel’s from the moment he was kept prisoner in this terrifying place. His legs buzzed with the need to flee at every hour. 
Maybe I’ll try my luck today. He thought this each morning. Slivers of confidence would build up in his heart. Everyday, without fail, the one-eyed man would come and knock it over.
Abel stepped out of his cell on quivering legs. He looked at the meat that was held between yellowed teeth, and pain rooted in the depths of his belly. Just as quickly as he stole a glance, his eyes fell to the floor and his tongue nervously swiped across his lips.