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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.

all the coals turned red,

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

arms were almost

“Stop!”

could they…How could they do

the second man start to slowly lower Helen

bubble and what clothes remained on

bulged and I wanted to look away

legs were cut off and being burnt, and

and suddenly, her

one bear so

men tied the post in place, keeping her just close enough to sear and scar her but

it but then she couldn’t. Helen screamed

My eyes watered relentlessly.

her screams

whip snapped it at her gag,

filled the cavern, echoing around. She thrashed and struggled

could almost smell her burning,

me! Please, just kill

looked at each other

can do. We’re having too much fun. You’ll

me now! Please!” She

stomach lurched and I fell on my hands and knees, dry heaving.

it! Please STOOOOOOP!” I shouted, my voice was

fell on deaf ears. They couldn’t hear me, because what I saw wasn’t real, instead, something happened in this room

the noises started to fade. The torturers weren’t laughing and Helen wasn’t

the men were gone. So was the post she’d

I wiped my tears and got control of my heaving. Everything that had been around me was gone. I was back in a

thought I’d fallen out of my vision. But if that were the case, where was

eyes into the darkness and realized I was still in my vision. I was still in the room Helen had been tortured in. The only difference was, the contents

the center of the room, something

look. It was the shape of a person.

that you?” I cried, my voice

and I clutched my

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

I knew was that room was where Helen had been tortured

tears away. First thing first, I needed to get

the bottom of the dungeon stairs. I heard it just before they left. It seemed like

picked up the keys and brought them back to

done in Norwind. My knees wobbled as I raced down

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

where I was

what I might find brought tears to my eyes. With every step closer

dungeon was an enormous maze. Had I not had my vision to rely on, I would never be able to find

My vision blurred, it was hard to find the right one. I tried several on the key ring and finally the lock let

what I had seen, there was a crumpled heap in

hair was gray and dingy, her body broken, twisted, and bent. Her bones stuck out against her skin and