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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.

the coals turned red, glowing

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

arms were almost ripped from

“Stop!”

they…How could they do

the second man start to slowly lower

and what clothes remained on her body curled and withered

I wanted to look away

and being burnt, and she whimpered and shook her head back

her skin

bear

men tied the post in place, keeping her just close enough to sear and scar her but not

then she couldn’t.

My eyes watered relentlessly.

her screams

The one with the whip snapped

cavern, echoing around. She thrashed and struggled to

could almost smell

just

torturers looked at

do. We’re having too much fun.

now! Please!” She

fell on my hands and knees, dry heaving. My

my voice was dry and I couldn’t make any more

They couldn’t hear me, because what I saw wasn’t real, instead, something happened

eyes, and slowly, all the noises started to fade. The torturers weren’t laughing and Helen

looked up, Helen and the men were gone.

my tears and got control of my heaving. Everything that had been around

of my vision. But if that were

my eyes into the darkness and realized I was still in my vision. I was still in the

of the room, something heaped on the

look. It was the shape of a person. However,

Helen, is that you?” I cried, my voice

in my cell. My mind raced and I clutched my chest as my heart and lungs tried to

be Helen’s past…So the real Helen must be the person I’d seen in a heap on the

where Helen had been tortured and

away. First thing first, I needed to get out of

stairs. I heard it just before they left. It seemed

longer until it touched the key hook. The root picked up the keys and brought them

nearby and I grabbed it, just like Soren had done in Norwind. My knees wobbled as I raced down the hallway, which was the tunnel in my vision, toward the door at the

reverberating over and over again until I couldn’t

where I was going and nothing

brought tears to my eyes. With every step closer to the door, I sobbed, shaking even

was an enormous maze. Had I not had

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

vision, and just like what I had seen, there was a crumpled heap in the center

four limbs. 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