Write about: the prison.
Away on a road trip, so this is a scheduled post.
The wide, sandy plain holds little of interest to outsiders. No bodies of water to make a crossing easier, no rumours of buried treasure to make exploration worthwhile. The nearest city is a day's journey by car - or at least it would be, had anyone bothered to construct a road between the two points.
It does have one feature, however, that has been the subject of many muted conversations over the years: a slender tower carved from rocks of unknown origin reaches for the sky from the very center of the desolate expanse. Out of sight, but not out of mind, it also burrows deep into the earth.
There, beyond the reach of sunlight and fresh air, the prisoners are held in cramped cells. One man or woman per room, no exercise time, no interaction with anyone other than his or her assigned guard. The food is tasteless at its best, rotting at its worst.
The only way to escape this existence is simple: death.