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Chapter 769

Chapter 114 : Let’s Go Home

Whatever light had been in the crack of the door was an illusion. It was completely dark on the other side.

I stepped into the room and let out a sigh of relief. This wasn’t as bad as I thought.

Drip, drip, drip…

The strong scent of copper and rust filled my nose. I frowned. Blood.

There wasn’t light, but I could see clearly. There were pools of blood on the floor. Some were fresh, but some were old and dried.

The same crimson red was covering the walls, too.

Then I noticed there was someone else here—she was bound to a platform in the center of the room.

Her hair was messy and unkempt, clothes torn and shredded. She was tied to a post, arms behind her back, a gag in her mouth. Her skin was smeared with blood and dirt, eyes red and puffy. But the rest of her was pale and thin. Nothing but skin and bones.

I gasped. The fresh blood was dripping from her legs, which had been cut off at the knees!

A rough, dirty tourniquet had been tied around them but it was obvious these people didn’t care if the wound got infected.

Tears sprang to my eyes.

“Helen!” I shouted.

Although this woman didn’t look anything like the Helen I’d seen in my dreams, I knew it was her. Her face was younger and she was so beaten and tortured, but it was her!

“Aunt Helen!” I called again, but she didn’t move, as if she didn’t seem to hear me.

A man came out of the shadows with a whip. The end of the whip was split with several flogging strips. At the end of each one was a needle.

Smirking and chuckling, he snapped the whip at Helen.

She groaned into the gag, the sound muffled but the pain all too clear in her wide eyes.

The needles raked across her skin leaving dozens of tiny slices across her back, where hundreds of scars matched the fresh cuts.

“No, stop!” I cried, but my legs were so heavy all of a sudden, I couldn’t move.

Helen’s head rolled backwards and she groaned. I thought she’d pass out in a minute. But the whip swung again and as soon as it struck her, she cried out, her body jerking and spasming against the pole.

Blood soaked through the gag. She was either biting her own lips, her tongue, or her cheeks in pain, causing her mouth to bleed. Drops of blood dripped from the corners of her mouth, hanging off her chin and one tear rolled from her eyes.

“No…no…please…stop!” I begged, but no one in the room paid any attention to me.

Another man appeared from the shadows. Both of them wore masks. They looked at each other, showing clear distaste for Helen’s responses.

One of the men started turning a wheel and the post Helen was tied to lifted in the air even more on a pulley. Helen whimpered, being lifted with the post.

The other man threw charcoal bricks on the floor. He grabbed a torch and lit the coals, which burned and smoldered, causing the air rippling with heat.

waited as all the coals turned red, glowing in the

I heard myself shrieking in horror as Helen’s muffled scream tore my

almost

“Stop!”

bastards, how could they…How could they do this

my tearing eyes, I saw the second man start to

her severed legs started to bubble and what clothes remained on her body curled and withered

wanted to look away but

were cut off and being burnt, and she whimpered and shook

closer, and suddenly, her skin started to blister and

one bear so much

sear and scar her but not to light her on fire and

she tried to fight it but then she

My eyes watered relentlessly.

her screams as they echoed in the

with the whip snapped it at her gag, tearing the fabric until it

the cavern, echoing around. She thrashed and struggled to no

could almost smell

just kill me!” Helen

looked at each other and

do. We’re having too much fun. You’ll

Please!” She kept

on my hands and knees, dry heaving. My vision was

it! Please STOOOOOOP!” I shouted, my voice

me, because what I saw wasn’t real, instead, something

noises started to fade. The torturers weren’t laughing and Helen wasn’t screaming. The only sound

men were gone. So was

of my heaving. Everything that had been around me was gone. I was back in a

my vision. But if that

I was still in the

the room, something heaped

to get a closer look. It was the shape of a person. However, I

Helen, is that you?” I cried, my voice hoarse. “Wait for

I clutched my chest as my heart and

Helen’s past…So the real Helen must be the

knew was that room was where Helen had been tortured and probably kept

wiped the tears away. First thing first, I needed to get out

me down here, they’d hung the keys at the bottom of the dungeon stairs. I heard it just before they

the key hook. The root picked up the keys and brought them back to me. Quickly, I let myself out of the cell and put the root

had done in Norwind. My knees wobbled as

echoed through the dungeon reverberating over and over again until I couldn’t tell if I was the only

I was going and nothing would stop

my eyes. With every step closer to the door,

hidden entrances disguised as walls. The dungeon was an enormous maze. Had I not had my vision to rely on, I would never be able to

find the right one. I tried several on the key ring and finally the lock let out a dull clang sound. Without pause, I threw the

room from my vision, and just like what I had seen, there was a crumpled heap

Her hair was gray and dingy, her body broken, twisted, and bent. Her bones stuck out against her skin and I could see her ribs and her vertebrae