**Chapter 5: "A Night of Darkness and Despair"**

The darkness closed in around Link and Rhett as Dr. Thornton-Fiennes cackled with glee, satisfied with the success of the first episode of "The Link Show". The two prisoners were led to their cells, where they would spend the night under the watchful eyes of their captors. Link was secured for the night in not one, not two, but three different ways. First, his wrists were handcuffed to the wall behind him, the cold metal digging into his skin. Second, his ankles were bound together with thick, heavy chains, making it impossible for him to move his legs. And third, a thick, leather strap was wrapped around his torso, pinning him to the wall. Rhett, on the other hand, was only secured in one way - his wrists were handcuffed to the wall in front of him, leaving him relatively free to move, but still trapped. Dr. Thornton-Fiennes, Vladimir, and Gristle gathered around the cells, a wicked glint in their eyes. "Time for bedtime, boys," Dr. Thornton-Fiennes said, his voice dripping with malice. "And I've got just the story to send you off to sleep." The three men took turns telling a haunting tale of Adolf Hitler, the infamous German dictator from World War II. Their voices were low and menacing, weaving a spell of fear and dread around Link and Rhett. The prisoners listened in rapt attention, their eyes wide with terror as the story unfolded. As the tale came to an end, Dr. Thornton-Fiennes slammed the door to their cells harshly, the loud sound echoing through the corridors. "Sweet dreams, boys," he cackled, as he and his henchmen walked away, leaving Link and Rhett to their cells. Rhett immediately turned to Link, concern etched on his face. "Link, dude, are you okay? You took a beating today." Link was slumped against the wall, his eyes half-closed, his face pale and bruised. Link tried to respond, but his voice was barely a whisper. "I...I'm fine, Rhett. Just...just need to rest." Rhett's worry deepened as he examined Link more closely. Link's body was covered in bruises and cuts, his eyes sunken and tired. Rhett knew they had to get out of there, and fast, or risk facing a fate worse than death. But for now, they were trapped, at the mercy of Dr. Thornton-Fiennes and his twisted games.